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CHIEFLY  FROM  ANCIENT  SOURCES. 


ARRANGED 


ACCORDING  TO  THE  SEASONS  OF  THE  CHURCH. 


BY 


FREDERICK  WILSOX,   M.A., 

RECTOR  OF  THE  CHURCH  OF  5.  JAMES  THE  LESS, 
PHILADELPHIA. 


PHILADELPHIA: 
BURNS    AND    SIE  G. 

1859. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1859,  by 

BURNS   AND    SIEG, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Eastern  District 
of  Pennsylvania. 


COLLINS,  PRINTER. 


TO 

THOMAS   MUSSEX,   Esq., 

(OF  MONTREAL,) 

IN    GRATEFUL    REMEMBRANCE 

OF  MANY  KINDNESSES  EXPERIENCED  AT  HIS  HANDS, 

THIS   VOLUME 
is 

MOST    AFFECTIONATELY    INSCRIBED. 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2012  with  funding  from 

Princeton  Theological  Seminary  Library 


http://archive.org/details/saschiefOOwils 


PREFACE. 


The  following  collection  of  Hymns  was  under- 
taken by  the  Editor  to  supply  a  want  much  felt 
by  him,  while  Incumbent  of  a  large  parish  in  a 
manufacturing  town  in  the  north  of  England. 
The  heavy  pressure  of  parochial  work,  in  a  dis- 
trict of  almost  seven  thousand  souls,  left,  however, 
but  little  time  for  the  completion  of  the  work.  A 
few  of  the  Hymns  for  special  Festivals  were  all 
that  passed  through  the  press,  and  were  sung  by 
the  congregation  as  those  Festivals  came  round. 

As  stated  on  the  title  page,  the  compilation  is 
chiefly  from  ancient  sources  (and  hence  claiming 
a  kindred  derivation  with  our  Book  of  Common 
Prayer),  but  several  modern  Hymns  have  been 
added,  which,  in  the  deep  devotional  feeling  they 


VI  PREFACE. 

express,  appear  to  the  Editor  to  breathe  the  very 
spirit  of  the  Ancient  Hymnology  of  the  Church. 
It  is  also  but  fair  to  state  that  the  basis  of  the 
compilation  is  a  similar  work  published  about  ten 
years  ago  in  England,  but  which  has  never  be- 
come extensively  known,  and  is  used  only  by  one 
or  two  congregations  in  the  country. 

Of  course,  the  Editor  does  not  presume  to  ex- 
pect that  his  labors  will  be  available  to  the  mem- 
bers of  the  Church  in  these  United  States  beyond 
the  family  circle  or  the  school-room;  but  there 
they  may  be  useful,  as  speaking  home  to  our  hearts 
of  all  that  is  beautiful  and  holy  in  our  faith,  with- 
out any  of  the  indistinctness  or  ambiguity  (to  em- 
ploy a  mild  term),  which  characterizes  so  generally 
the  run  of  modern  Hymn  Books. 

It  is  needless  to  add  that  as  the  Hymns  here 
collected  are  professedly  Church  Hymns,  and  from 
the  ancient  Service  Books  of  the  Church,  they 
will  hardly  be  considered  as  satisfactory,  in  a  doc- 
trinal point  of  view,  by  any  but  those  who  are  in 


PREFACE.  Vll 

some  measure,  at  least,  imbued  with  the  teaching 
they  put  forth.  A  very  distinct  enunciation  of 
doctrine  runs  in  a  rich  vein  throughout  the  whole 
of  them;  and  that  doctrine  is,  in  the  Editor's  be- 
lief, identical  with  "the  faith  once  delivered  unto 
the  Saints,"  and  now  inculcated  by  the  Reformed 
Catholic  Communion,  at  the  Altar  of  which  it  is 
his  blessed  privilege  to  minister. 

Rectory  of  S.  James  the  Less, 
Christmas,  1858. 


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iDYENT. 


HYMN  1. 


TTAEK!  an  awful  voice  is  sounding; 

"Christ  is  nigh!"  it  seems  to  say, 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 

0  ye  children  of  the  day !" 

Wakened  by  the  solemn  warning, 
Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise ; 

Christ,  her  Sun,  all  ill  dispelling, 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

Lo !  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 

Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven 

Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all,  to  be  forgiven. 


14  ADVENT. 

So  when  next  He  comes  in  glory, 
Girding  earth  with  fear  and  woe : 

May  He  with  His  mercy  shield  us 
From  our  guilt  and  ghostly  foe. 

Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

With  the  Everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


HYMN  2. 

0  THOU,  Who  Thine  Own  Father's  Breast 

Forsaking,  Word  Sublime, 
Didst  come  to  aid  a  world  distrest 
In  Thy  appointed  time : 

Oar  hearts  enlighten  with  Thy  ray, 

And  kindle  with  Thy  love, 
That,  dead  to  earthly  things,  wft  may 

Live  but  to  things  above. 


ADVENT.  15 

So  when  before  Thy  judgment-throne 

Our  trial-day  shall  come, 
When    hidden  deeds    and    thoughts,   made 
known, 

Shall  meet  a  righteous  doom, 

Safe  from  the  black  and  fiery  flood 

That  sweeps  the  dread  abyss, 
May  we  behold  the  Face  of  God 

In  everlasting  bliss. 

To  Father,  Sox,  and  Holt  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory ;  as  it  wras,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


HYMN  3. 

JJEHOLD!  the  Advent  of  our  God 

Our  prayers  must  now  employ, 
And  we  must  meet  Him  on  His  road 
With  hymns  of  holy  joy. 


16  ADVENT. 

Behold!  the  Everlasting  Son 

Incarnate  now  shall  be; 
He  will  a  servant's  form  put  on 

To  make  His  people  free. 

Gentle  and  meek  He  comes;  arise, 

Sion,  behold  thy  King, 
And  haste  to  meet  Him,  nor  despise 

The  peace  He  deigns  to  bring. 

He  shall  return  the  Judge  e'en  now 
On  clouds  with  lightning  riven, 

And  His  Own  Body,  left  below, 
In  triumph  bear  to  heaven. 

Let  crimes,  the  brood  of  night,  depart 
From  the  approaching  morn ; 

And  the  old  Adam  of  the  heart 
Before  the  newly  born. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holt  Ghost, 
The  God  Whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory;  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


ADVENT.  17 

HYMN  4. 

QOME,  0  Saviour,  long  expected, 
Born  to  set  Thy  people  free; 

From  our  guilt  and  fear  protected, 
We  shall  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 

Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  saints  Thou  art; 

Blest  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

Born  Thy  people  to  deliver. 
Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King; 

Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

By  Thine  Own  Eternal  Spirit, 
In  our  hearts  rule  Thou  alone ; 

By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Baise  us  to  Thy  glorious  throne. 


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18  ADYENT. 

HYMN  5. 

JfyJAKER  of  heaven,  Eternal  Light 

Of  all  who  do  believe, 
Saviour  from  sorrows  infinite, 
Jesu,  these  prayers  receive. 

Who,  sooner  than  our  foe  malign 

Should  triumph,  from  above 
Didst  come,  to  be  the  Medicine 

Of  a  sick  world,  in  love ; 

And,  the  deep  wounds  to  cleanse  and  cure 

Of  a  whole  race,  didst  go, 
Pure  Victim,  from  a  Virgin  pure, 

The  bitter  cross  unto. 

Who  hast  a  Name  and  hast  a  Power 
The  height  and  depth  to  sway, 

And  angels  bow,  and  devils  cower, 
In  rev'rence,  or  dismay. 

Thou,  too,  shalt  be  our  Judge  at  length ; 

Lord,  in  Thy  grace  bestow 
The  weapons  of  celestial  strength, 

And  snatch  us  from  the  foe. 


ADVENT.  19 

Honor  and  glory,  power  and  praise 

To  Father,  and  to  Son, 
And  Holt  Ghost  be  paid  always, 

The  Eternal  Three  in  One. 


HYMN  6. 

F)AY  of  wrath! — that  awful  day 

Shall  the  banner'd  cross  display, 
When  His  coming  shall  be  nigh 
Who  shall  all  things  judge  and  try! 

When  the  trumpet's  thrilling  tone 
Summons  all  before  the  throne, 
Shall  creation,  at  the  blast, 
Rise,  to  answer  for  the  past. 

Then  the  volume  shall  be  spread 
Which  shall  judge  the  quick  and  dead! 
Then  the  Judge  shall  sit!  oh  !  then 
All  that 's  hid  shall  be  made  plain. 


20  ADVENT. 

What  shall  wretched  I  then  plead? 
Who  for  me  shall  intercede? 
King  of  dreadful  Majesty, 
Fount  of  Pity,  save  Thou  me! 

Bear  me,  Lord,  in  heart,  I  pray, 
Lest  Thou  lose  me  on  that  day; 
Weary  seeking  me  wast  Thou, 
Be  Thy  toils  availing  now ! 

Grant  me  pardon,  Lord,  I  pray, 
Ere  that  awful  reckoning-day: 
O'er  my  crimes  I  guilty  groan, 
Spare  Thy  suppliant,  Holy  One. 

Full  of  tears  that  day  shall  prove 
When,  from  ashes  rising,  move 
To  the  judgment  guilty  men: 
Spare,  Thou  God  of  Mercy,  then ! 

Naught  of  Thee  my  prayers  can  claim 
Save  in  Thy  free  mercy's  name ; 
With  Thy  sheep  my  place  assign, 
Set  me  on  Thy  right  with  Thine. 


ADVENT.  21 

When  the  lost  to  flames  are  given, 
Call  me  with  the  blest  to  heaven ! 
Lord  all-pitying, — Jesu  Blest! 
Grant  me  Thine  eternal  rest. 


HYMN  7. 

A  ND  now,  with  shades  of  night  opprest, 

Our  weary  limbs  are  laid  at  rest, 
The  faithful  soul  shall  wake  and  weep, 
And  unto  Thee  her  vigils  keep. 

Health  of  the  world,  the  Father's  Word, 
By  Whom  our  untold  prayers  are  heard, 
Desire  of  nations,  hear  our  sighs, 
And  raise  us  from  our  miseries. 

Why  do  Thy  wheels  so  long  delay? 
Come  Thou,  and  cast  our  chains  away, 
And  ope  the  heavenly  doors  again 
Which  Adam's  crime  hath  closed  amain. 


22  ADVENT. 

Praise  to  the  Son,  Who  cometh  down 
To  make  lost  man  again  His  Own; 
Praise  be,  throughout  the  days  of  heaven, 
To  Father,  and  to  Spirit  given. 


HYMN  8. 

QN  Jordan's  bank  the  Baptist's  cry 

Announces  that  the  Lord  is  nigh: 
Come,  then,  and  hearken,  for  he  brings 
Glad  tidings  from  the  King  of  kings. 

E'en  now  the  air,  the  sea,  the  land 
Feel  that  their  Maker  is  at  hand; 
The  very  elements  rejoice, 
And  welcome  Him  with  cheerful  voice. 

Then  cleans'd  be  every  Christian  breast, 
And  furnish'd  for  so  great  a  Guest; 
Yea,  let  us  each  our  hearts  prepare 
For  Christ  to  come  and  enter  there. 


ADVENT.  23 

For  Thou  art  our  Salvation,  Lord, 
Our  Refuge,  and  our  great  Reward ; 
Without  Thy  grace  our  souls  must  fade, 
And  wither  like  a  flower  decay 'd. 

Stretch  forth  Thine  hand  to  heal  our  sore, 
And  make  us  rise,  to  fall  no  more ; 
Upon  Thy  pardon'd  people  shine, 
And  fill  the  world  with  grace  divine. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
Be  glory ;  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


CHRISTMAS. 


OHEISTMAS   EVE. 

HYMN  9. 

TARK!  the  herald  angels  sing. 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd! 

Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem ! 

Christ,  by  highest  heav'n  ador'd, 
Christ,  the  Everlasting  Lord, 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb! 


CHRISTMAS.  Z& 

Veil'd  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see; 
Hail,  Incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleas'd  as  Man  with  man  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel. 

Hail,  the  heav'n-born  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Ris'n  with  healing  in  His  wings. 

Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die : 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth ! 

Glory  to  the  Father  be," 
Glory,  Virgin-born,  to  Thee; 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Prais'd  by  men,  and  heav'nly  host. 


26  CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN  10. 

T\THXLE  shepherds  watch'd  their  flocks  by 
night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 

"Fear  not,"  said  he,  (for  mighty  dread 
Had  seized  their  troubled  mind,) 

"Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

"  To  you  in  David's  town  this  day 

Is  born,  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  Who  is  Christ  the  Lord, 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign : 

"The  Heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  display'd, 
All  meanly  wrapt  in  swathing-bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appear'd  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 

Address'd  their  joyful  song: 


CHRISTMAS.  27 

"All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heav'n  to  men 

Begin,  and  never  cease." 


CHEISTMAS   DAY. 
HYMN  11. 

Y^  faithful,  approach  ye, 
Rejoicing,  triumphant, 
To  Bethlehem  hasten  with  glad  accord : 

0  come,  and  behold  Him, 

Born  the  King  of  angels ; 

0  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 

0  come,  let  us  adore  Him, 
0  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  Christ  the  Lord. 

He,  True  God  of  True  God, 

Light  of  Light  Eternal, 
The  womb  of  a  Virgin  hath  not  abhorr'd : 

The  Son,  of  the  Father 

Begotten,  not  created : 
0  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  &c.  &c. 


28  CHRISTMAS. 

Sing,  ye  choirs  of  angels, 

Sing  in  exultation, 
Through  heaven's  wide  courts  be  your  praises 
pour'd ; 

To  God  in  the  highest 

Be  glory,  be  glory ; 
0  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  &c.  &c. 

Yea,  Lord,  we  greet  Thee, 

Born  this  happy  morning; 
Jesu,  for  ages  be  Thy  Name  ador'd : 

The  Word  of  the  Father 

Late  in  flesh  appearing : 
0  come,  let  us  adore  Him,  &c.  &c. 


HYMN  12. 

JESU,  Redeemer  of  the  world, 

Who,  e'er  the  earliest  dawn  of  light, 
Wast  from  eternal  ages  born, 
Immense  in  glory  as  in  might: 


CHRISTMAS.  29 

Immortal  Hope  of  all  mankind, 

In  Whom  the  Father's  Face  we  see, 

Hear  Thou  the  pray'rs  Thy  people  pour 
This  day  throughout  the  world  to  Thee. 

Remember,  0  Creator  Lord, 

That  in  the  Virgin's  sacred  womb 

Thou  wast  conceived,  and  of  her  flesh 
Didst  our  mortality  assume. 

This  ever  blest  recurring  day 
Its  witness  bears  that  all  alone 

From  Thine  Own  Father's  Bosom  Thou, 
To  save  a  sinful  world,  cam'st  down. 

To  this  great  day  the  seas,  and  sky, 

Earth,  heav'n  itself,  glad  welcome  sing — 

The  day  which  heal'd  our  misery, 

And  brought  to  earth  Salvation's  King. 

We  too,  dear  Lord,  who  have  been  cleans'd 
In  Thine  Own  Fount  of  Blood  Divine, 

Offer  the  tribute  of  sweet  song 
Oa  this  Blest  Natal  D  ly  of  Thine. 
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CHRISTMAS. 


0  Jesu,  Source  of  life  and  light, 
Immortal  glory  be  to  Thee ; 

Praise  to  the  Father  Infinite, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 


HYMN  13. 

TTIGH  let  us  swell  our  tuneful  notes, 

And  join  th'  angelic  throng; 
For  angels  no  such  love  have  known 
T'  awake  a  cheerful  song. 

Good-will  to  sinful  men  is  shown, 
And  peace  on  earth  is  giv'n; 

For,  lo !  th'  Incarnate  Saviour  comes 
With  messages  from  heav'n. 

Justice  and  grace,  in  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn ; 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  in  concert  join, 

"To  us  a  Child  is  born." 


CHRISTMAS.  31 

Glory  to  God  in  highest  strains, 

In  highest  worlds  be  paid ; 
His  glory  by  our  lips  proclaim'd, 

And  by  our  lives  displayed. 

When  shall  we  reach  those  blissful  realms 

Where  Christ  exalted  reigns; 
And  learn  of  the  celestial  choir 

Their  own  immortal  strains? 


S.  STEPHEN'S    DAY. 

HYMN  14. 

J^IGHTFUL  prince  of  martyrs  thou, 

Bind  thy  crown  about  thy  brow; 
Fairer  far  than  fading  wreath 
Weave  we  this,  thy  crown  of  death. 

Like  a  gem  each  rugged  stone, 
Sparkling  with  thy  life-blood,  shone; 
Nor  could  stars  more  brightly  shine, 
Studded  round  thy  head  divine. 


32  CHRISTMAS. 

From  thy  forehead's  gushing  streams 
Dart  a  thousand  blending  beams, 
Till  thy  glowing  countenance 
Lightens  as  an  angel's  glance. 

Thou  the  first-slain  victim  free 
To  Him,  the  Victim  slain  for  thee : 
Thou  the  first  thy  Lord  to  own, 
Sharer  of  His  thorny  crown; 

First  to  tread  the  pointed  road 
Through  the  deep  Red  Sea  of  blood : 
Prince  of  martyrs,  thee  behind 
What  a  countless  army  wind ! 

Glory  to  the  Father  be, 
Glory,  Virgin-born,  to  Thee; 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Prais'd  by  men  and  heav'nly  host. 

HYMN  15. 

TTOLY  love  towards  her  foes 

In  mysterious  channels  flows; 
Bow'd  to  soothe,  or  steel'd  to  blame, 
Holy  love  is  still  the  same. 


CHRISTMAS.  33 

Pleader  for  himself  he  stood : 
Now  he  falls,  and  yet  his  blood 
From  the  ground  for  mercy  cries, 
Pleading  for  his  enemies. 

God  from  heav'n  His  martyr  heard — 
Heard,  and  bless'd  his  dying  word : 
Saul,  the  murd'rer,  standing  by, 
Saul  was  granted  to  that  cry. 

Thus  he  bow'd  his  drooping  head, 
Thus  his  joyous  spirit  fled: 
"  Jesu,  Lord,"  his  ofFring  free, 
"Take  the  life  I  owe  to  Thee." 

Death,  kind  angel,  watching  nigh, 
Sweetly  clos'd  his  tranquil  eye; 
Whilst  the  spirit  wing  d  her  flight 
To  the  realms  of  endless  light. 


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Glory  to  the  Father  be, 
Glory,  Virgin-born,  to  Thee; 
Glory  to  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Prais'd  by  men  and  heav'nly  host. 


34  CHRISTMAS. 

S.  JOHN   THE  EVANGELIST. 
HYMN  16. 

J>ELOV'D  disciple  of  thy  Lord, 

Wast  thou  to  exile  driven? 
0  never,  sure,  thy  spirit  soar'd 
With  fleeter  wings  to  heaven. 

He  Who  was  dead  and  is  alive 
Then  cheer'd  thine  eyes  again; 

The  Lion,  strong  with  death  to  strive, 
The  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 

Oh,  then  the  myst'ries  were  unfurl'd 

Of  His  triumphant  reign, 
How  martyr  blood  through  all  the  world 

His  kingdom  should  maintain. 

Then  grant  us,  Lord,  with  Thee  to  die, 

With  Thee  again  to  rise; 
With  Thee  from  this  vain  world  to  fly, 

To  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

And  now  to  Him  Who  vanquish'd  death, 
And  shows  the  way  to  heaven, 

To  Christ  from  ev'ry  human  breath 
Be  endless  praises  given. 


CHRISTMAS.  35 

HYMN  17. 

Q  GOD,  Who  gav'st  Thy  servant  grace, 

Amid  the  storms  of  life  distrest, 
To  look  on  Thine  Incarnate  Face, 
And  lean  on  Thy  protecting  Breast; 

To  see  the  light  that  dimly  shone, 

Eclips'd  for  us  in  sorrow  pale, 
Pure  Image  of  th'  Eternal  Oxe! 

Through  shadows  of  Thy  mortal  veil; 

Be  ours,  0  King  of  Mercy,  still 
To  feel  Thy  presence  from  above, 

And  in  Thy  word,  and  in  Thy  will, 

To  hear  Thy  voice,  and  know  Thy  love ; 

And  when  the  toils  of  life  are  done, 
And  nature  waits  Thy  dread  decree, 

To  find  our  rest  beneath  Thy  throne, 
And  look,  in  humble  hope,  to  Thee. 

To  Jesus,  Source  of  life  and  light, 
All  honor,  praise,  and  glory  be; 

To  God  the  Father  Infinite, 
And  Holt  Ghost,  eternally. 


36  CHRISTMAS. 

THE  HOLY  INNOCENTS. 

HYMN  18. 

T  ITTLE  flowers  of  martyrdom, 

Whom  the  ruthless  sword  hath  torn, 
On  the  threshold  of  the  morn, 
Rosebuds  by  the  whirlwind  shorn ! 

All  regardless  of  their  doom, 
'Neath  the  altar  where  they  lay, 
Jesu's  tenderest  victims,  they 
With  their  palm  and  chaplets  play. 

Tyrant!  what  avails  their  tomb? 
Infant  born  of  Mother-Maid, 
He  shall  'scape  the  bloody  blade 
Which  hath  many  childless  made. 

Thus  the  type  of  Him  to  come, 
Saviour  of  lost  Israel, 
Moses  'scap'd,  the  tyrant  fell, 
Guarded  by  th'  Invisible. 

Jesu,  born  of  Virgin's  womb, 
Father,  Spirit,  One  and  Three, 
Sing  we  glory  unto  Thee, 
Sing  we  everlastingly. 


CHRISTMAS.  37 

HYMN  19. 

A  S  the  wolf  in  fierceness  sore 

Falls  on  lambs  o'er  fold  and  fence, 
Thus  the  tyrant,  lost  to  sense, 
Falls  on  helpless  innocence. 

And  the  cradles  flow  with  gore : 
God  of  gods !  shall  he  withstand  ? 
One  he  seeks  in  that  young  band, 
One  escapes  his  murd'rous  hand. 

Mourning  mothers,  weep  no  more ! 
Weep  no  more  your  pledges  torn ; 
Surely  now  in  endless  morn 
They  attend  the  Virgin-born. 

Virgin-born  whom  we  adore, 
Father,  Spirit,  One  and  Three, 
Sing  we  glory  unto  Thee, 
Sing  we  everlastingly. 


38  CHRISTMAS. 

EVE  OF  THE  CIRCUMCISION. 

HYMN  20. 

5 THIS  for  conq'ring  kings  to  gain 

Glory  o'er  their  myriads  slain : 
Jesu,  Thy  more  glorious  strife 
Hath  restor'd  a  world  to  life. 

So  no  other  Name  is  given 
Unto  mortals  under  heaven, 
Which  can  make  the  dead  to  rise, 
And  exalt  them  to  the  skies. 

That  which  Christ  so  hardly  wrought, 
That  which  He  so  dearly  bought, 
That  salvation,  mortals,  say, 
Will  ye  madly  cast  away? 

Rather  gladly  for  that  Name 
Bear  the  cross,  endure  the  shame ; 
Joyfully  for  Him  to  die 
Is  not  death,  but  victory. 

Dost  Thou,  Jesu,  condescend 
To  be  called  the  sinners'  Friend? 
To  our  prayer  propitious  be 
While  we  make  our  boast  of  Thee. 


CHRISTMAS. 


Glory  to  the  Heavenly  Kixg  ; 
Glory,  all  ye  angels,  sing ; 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Sox, 
And  Blest  Spirit,  Three  in  Oxe. 


HYMN  21. 

f\  HAPPY  day,  when  first  was  pour'd 
The  Blood  of  our  Redeeming  Lord  ! 
0  happy  day,  when  first  began 
His  sufferings  for  sinful  man ! 

Just  entered  on  this  wrorld  of  woe, 
His  Blood  already  learned  to  flow : 
His  future  death  was  thus  expressed, 
And  thus  His  early  love  confessed. 

From  heaven  descending,  to  fulfil 
The  mandates  of  His  Father's  will, 
E'en  now  behold  the  Victim  lie, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  prepared  to  die : 


40  CHRISTMAS. 

Beneath  the  knife  behold  the  Child, 
The  Innocent,  the  Undefiled; 
For  captives  He  the  ransom  pays, 
For  lawless  man  the  law  obeys. 

Lord,  circumcise  our  hearts,  we  pray ; 
Our  fleshly  natures  purge  away ; 
Thy  Name,  Thy  Likeness  may  they  bear: 
Yea,  stamp  Thy  holy  Image  there ! 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 
The  Son,  the  Virgin-born  we  praise ; 
The  Holy  Ghost  we  all  adore, 
One  God,  both  now  and  evermore. 


FEAST  OF  THE  CIBCUMCISIOK 
HYMN  22. 

TPHE  year  begins  with  Thee, 

And  Thou  beginn'st  with  woe, 
To  let  the  world  of  sinners  see 
That  blood  for  sin  must  flow. 


CHRISTMAS.  41 

Art  thou  a  child  of  tears, 

Cradled  in  care  and  woe? 
And  seems  it  hard  thy  tender  years 

Few  of  youth's  joys  can  show? 

And  fall  the  sounds  of  mirth 

Sad  on  thy  lonely  heart  ? 
From  all  the  hopes  and  charms  of  earth 

Untimely  eall'd  to  part? 

Look  here  and  hold  thy  peace : 

The  Giver  of  all  good 
E'en  from  the  womb  takes  no  release 

From  suff'ring,  tears,  and  blood. 

If  thou  wouldst  reap  in. love, 

First  sow  in  holy  fear : 
So  life  a  winter's  morn  may  prove 

To  a  bright  endless  year. 


4* 


EPIPHANY. 


EYE   OF   THE   EPIPHANY. 

HYMN  23. 

^I^HAT  star  is  this,  with  beams  so  bright, 
Which   shames  the  suns  less  radiant 
light? 
'Tis  sent  to  announce  a  new-born  King, 
Glad  tidings  of  our  God  to  bring. 

'Tis  now  fulfilled  what  God  decreed — 
"  From  Jacob  shall  a  star  proceed :" 
And  lo !  the  Eastern  sages  stand, 
To  read  in  heaven  the  Lord's  command. 

While  outward  signs  the  star  displays, 
An  inward  light  the  Lord  conveys, 
And  urges  them,  with  force  benign, 
To  seek  the  Giver  of  the  sign. 


EPIPHANY.  43 

True  love  can  brook  no  dull  delay — 
Through  toils  and  dangers  lies  their  way; 
And  yet  their  home,  their  friends,  their  all 
They  leave  at  once,  at  God's  high  call. 

Oh,  while  the  star  of  heavenly  grace 
Invites  us,  Lord,  to  seek  Thy  Face, 
May  we  no  more  that  grace  repel, 
Or  quench  that  light  which  shines  so  well. 


EPIPHANY. 

HYMN  24. 

pRAISE  God,  Who  sent  His  guiding  star 

To  shed  its  hopeful  beams  afar, 
As  once  His  fiery  pillar's  light 
Led  Israel  in  their  toilsome  flight. 

Where  all  in  Gentile  darkness  lay, 
The  Eastern  sages  track'd  its  ray, 
And  while  in  faith  they  journey 'd  on, 
O'er  Bethlehem's  lowly  walls  it  shone. 


44  EPIPHANY. 

First-fruits  of  all  the  Gentile  race, 
They  sought  the  Saviour's  resting-place, 
And  worshipp'd  with  their  costly  store 
Their  new-born  Lord,  unknown  before. 

0  may  we  too,  with  off 'rings  meet, 
Be  found  at  our  Kedeemer's  Feet, 
With  richer  gifts  than  theirs  of  old, 
Of  incense,  myrrh,  and  shining  gold. 

We,  by  the  chosen  people's  sin, 
On  the  True  Vine  are  grafted  in; 
Our  heart's  best  homage  let  us  give 
To  Him  Whose  Mercy  bade  us  live. 

Praise  God,  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  angelic  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

HYMN  25. 

"PAIR  as  a  beauteous,  tender  flower 

Amidst  the  desert  grows, 
So,  slighted  by  a  rebel  race, 
The  heavenly  Saviour  rose. 


EPIPHANY.  45 

Rejected  and  despised  of  men! 

Behold  a  Man  of  woe ! 
Grief  was  His  close  companion  still 

Through  all  His  life  below. 

Yet  all  the  griefs  He  felt  were  ours, 

Ours  were  the  woes  He  bore; 
Pangs,  not  His  Own,  His  Spotless  Soul 

With  bitter  anguish  tore. 

His  Sacred  Blood  hath  wash'd  our  souls 

From  sin's  polluted  stain; 
His  Stripes  have  healed  us,  and  His  Death 

Reviv'd  our  souls  again. 

We  all  like  sheep  had  gone  astray 

In  ruin's  fatal  road ; 
On  Him  were  our  transgressions  laid, 

He  bore  the  mighty  load. 

He  died  to  bear  the  guilt  of  men, 

That  sin  might  be  forgiven : 
He  lives  to  bless  them,  and  defend, 

And  plead  their  cause  in  heaven. 


46  EPIPHANY. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  Whom  we  adore, 

Be  glory ;  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


HYMN  26. 

TN  duty  and  in  suffering  too, 

Lord,  we  Thy  steps  would  trace; 

As  Thou  hast  done,  so  would  we  do, 
Depending  on  Thy  grace. 

With  earnest  zeal  'twas  Thy  delight 
To  do  Thy  Father's  will : 

0  may  that  zeal  our  souls  excite, 
Thy  precepts  to  fulfil! 

As  one  with  Thee,  may  holy  love 
Through  all  our  conduct  shine ! 

And  thus  our  lives  shall  ever  prove 
That  we,  0  Lord,  are  Thine. 


EPIPHANY.  47 

Supported  by  Almighty  grace, 
We  '11  tread  the  heavenly  road, 

And  still  Thy  Sacred  Footsteps  trace, 
And  rise  to  Thine  abode. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory;  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


HYMN  27. 

jVJOW  Jesus  lifts  His  prayer  on  high, 

Emerging  from  the  stream; 
And,  lo !  descending  from  the  sky, 
The  Spirit's  radiant  beam. 

Swift  moving,  like  a  beauteous  dove, 

It  rests  on  Him  alone : 
"This,"  saith  the  voice  of  God  above, 

"Is  My  Beloved  Sox." 


48  EPIPHANY. 

So  those  on  whom  is  duly  pour'd 

The  blest  baptismal  wave, 
They  too  are  children  of  the  Lord, 

They  too  may  ask  and  have. 

Theirs  is  the  holy  purity 
And  meekness  of  the  dove : 

To  them  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
To  fill  their  souls  with  love. 

If  Thou,  Lord,  hast  removed  our  stain 

In  that  most  holy  flood, 
May  no  fresh  sin  destroy  again 

The  cleansing  of  Thy  Blood ! 

Praise  to  the  Son,  through  Whom  alone 
Our  stains  of  guilt  are  lost : 

Like  praise  be  to  the  Father  done, 
And  to  the  Holy  Ghost. 


EPIPHANY.  49 


HYMN  28. 

A  LLELUIA !  best  and  sweetest 

Of  the  hymns  of  praise  above! 
Alleluia!  thou  repeatest, 

Angel-host,  these  notes  of  love, 

This  ye  utter, 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 

Alleluia!  Church  Victorious, 
Join  the  concert  of  the  sky ! 

Alleluia!  bright  and  glorious, 

Lift,  ye  saints,  this  strain  on  high ! 

We,  poor  exiles, 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

Alleluia!  strains  of  gladness 

Suit  not  souls  with  anguish  torn: 
Alleluia!  sounds  of  sadness 
Best  become  our  state  forlorn : 

Our  offences 
We  writh  bitter  tears  must  mourn. 
5 


50  EPIPHANY. 

But  our  earnest  supplication , 
Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee : 

Visit  us  with  Thy  Salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see! 

Alleluia! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be. 


HYMN  29. 

TN  stature  grows  the  Heavenly  Child, 
With  death  before  His  Eyes; 

A  Lamb  unblemish'd,  Meek  and  Mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 

The  Son  of  God  His  Glory  hides, 
With  parents  mean  and  poor, 

And  He  Who  made  the  heavens,  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 

Those  Mighty  Hands  that  stay  the  sky, 

No  earthly  toil  refuse; 
And  He  Who  set  the  stars  on  high, 

An  humble  trade  pursues. 


EPIPHANY.  51 

He  before  Whom  the  angels  stand. 

At  Whose  behest  they  fly, 
Now  yields  Himself  to  man's  command, 

And  lays  His  Glory  by. 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 

The  Sox  we  all  adore; 
The  Holy  Ghost,  Oxe  God,  we  praise, 

Both  now  and  evermore. 


HYMN  30. 

JESUS,  the  only  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  the  breast; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  Face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  Presence  rest. 

No  sound,  no  harmony  so  gay 

Can  art  or  music  frame ; 
No  thoughts  can  reach,  no  words  can  say 

The  sweets  of  Thy  Blest  Name. 


EPIPHANY. 

Jesus  !  our  Hope  when  we  repent, 
Sweet  Source  of  all  our  grace;      y 

Sole  Comfort  in  our  banishment; 
Oh !  what,  when  Face  to  face ! 

Jesus!  that  Name  inspires  my  mind 
With  springs  of  life  and  light : 

More  than  I  ask  in  Thee  I  find, 
And  lavish  in  delight. 

No  art  or  eloquence  of  man 
Can  tell  the  joys  of  love; 

Only  the  saints  can  understand 
What  they  in  Jesus  prove. 

Thee,  Jesus,  then,  I  '11  ever  sing, 

In  Thee  alone  rejoice; 
To  Thee  my  grateful  tribute  bring, 

And  own  Thee  all  my  choice. 


EPIPHANY.  53 

HYMN  31. 

'THEE,  Lord,  I  '11  seek,  retired  apart, 

From  world  and  business  free; 
When  these  shall  knock  I  '11  shut  my  heart, 
And  keep  it  all  for  Thee. 

Before  the  morning  light  I  '11  come, 

With  Magdalen,  to  find, 
In  sighs  and  tears,  my  Jesu's  tomb, 

And  there  refresh  my  mind. 

My  tears  upon  His  grave  shall  flow, 

My  sighs  the  garden  fill; 
Then  at  His  Feet  myself  I'll  throw, 

And  there  I  '11  seek  His  will. 

Jesus,  in  Thy  Bless'd  Steps  I  '11  tread, 

And  walk  in  all  Thy  ways; 
I  '11  never  cease  to  weep  and  plead 

Till  I  'm  restored  to  grace. 

Thee,  Jesus,  then,  I  '11  ever  sing, 

In  Thee  alone  rejoice; 
To  Thee  my  grateful  tribute  bring, 

And  own  Thee  all  my  choice. 
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'  54  EPIPHANY. 

HYMN  32. 

0  KING  of  Love!  Thy  blessed  fire 

Doth  such  sweet  flames  excite, 
That  first  it  raises  the  desire, 
Then  fills  us  with  delight. 

Thy  lovely  Presence  shines  so  clear 

Thro'  every  sense  and  way, 
That  souls,  which  once  have  seen  Thee  near, 

See  all  things  else  decay. 

Come,  then,  Dear  Lord,  possess  my  heart, 
Chase  hence  the  shades  of  night; 

Come,  pierce  it  with  Thy  flaming  dart, 
And  ever  shining  light. 

Thee,  Jesus  !  then,  Fll  ever  sing, 

In  Thee  alone  rejoice; 
To  Thee  my  grateful  tribute  bring, 

And  own  Thee  all  my  choice. 


55 

SEPTUAGESIMA. 

HYMN  33. 

THOU,  Great  Creator,  art  possess'd, 

And  Thou  alone,  of  endless  rest; 
To  angels  only  it  belongs 
To  lift  to  Thee  their  ceaseless  songs. 

But  we  must  toil  and  toil  again, 
With  ceaseless  woe  and  endless  pain ; 
How  then  can  we,  in  exile  drear, 
Lift  the  glad  song  of  glory  here  ? 

Oh,  Thou,  Who  wilt  forgiving  be, 
To  all  who  truly  turn  to  Thee, 
Grant  us  to  mourn  the  hapless  cause 
Of  all  our  woe,  Thy  broken  laws ! 

Then  to  such  salutary  grief 
Let  Faith  and  Hope  bring  due  relief, 
And  we,  too,  shall  be  soon  possess'd 
Of  ceaseless  songs,  of  endless  rest. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  be  glory  done; 
Let  equal  praise  to  Each  be  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


56 

SEXAGESIMA. 

HYMN  34. 

QUR  God  in  His  Celestial  Seat, 

In  glory  and  in  power  complete. 
To  make  that  power  and  glory  known, 
Lays  the  round  world's  foundation-stone. 

The  elements  before  unmade, 
Are  now  in  beauteous  order  laid; 
And  wondrous  harmony  they  raise, 
To  celebrate  their  Maker's  praise. 

But  e'en  while  thus  the  world  comes  forth, 
In  all  the  beauty  of  its  birth, 
His  Mind  hath  in  Itself  unfurl'd 
Another  and  a  nobler  world. 

Its  Builder  is  His  Only  Son, 
In  grace  and  love  it  is  begun ; 
'Tis  carried  on  through  every  age 
By  His  Own  Word,  the  Gospel  page. 

In  heaven  at  length,  when  time  is  o'er, 
'Twill  stand  complete,  to  move  no  more; 
Made  meet  for  such  a  bless'd  abode, 
Meet  for  the  dwelling-place  of  God. 


QUINQUAGESIMA.  57 

Oh,  God  the  Father,  God  the  Sox, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ; 
Preserve,  direct,  maintain  in  love, 
The  world  below,  and  world  above ! 


QUINQUAGESIMA. 

HYMN  35. 

OH,  ye,  who  followed  Christ  in  love, 

While  yet  He  dwelt  in  realms  above ; 
First  children  of  Almighty  grace, 
First  fathers  of  the  faithful  race ! 

Oh  how  can  words  of  equal  worth, 
The  wonders  of  your  faith  set  forth ! 
Or  tell  of  all  your  panting  sighs, 
Which  hope  uplifted  to  the  skies ! 

In  dreary  exile  here  below, 
Ye  found  the  world  an  empty  show ; 
On  real  delights  ye  fixed  your  love, 
Not  here  below,  but  there  above. 


58  QUINQUAGESIMA. 

The  heart,  0  God,  that  loves  Thee  well, 
Still  longs  with  Thee  in  peace  to  dwell ; 
Forbid,  0  Lord,  our  souls  to  roam, 
And  fix  them  on  our  future  home. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One  ; 
Eternal  praise  to  Each  be  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


LENT. 


HYMN  36. 

'THE  solemn  season  calls  us  now 

A  holy  fast  to  keep : 
And  see  within  the  temple  how 
Both  priest  and  people  weep. 

But  come  not  thou  with  tears  alone, 
Or  outward  form  of  prayer; 

But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

Thy  breast  to  beat,  thy  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asketh  not  of  thee ; 
Thy  stubborn  soul  He  bids  thee  bend 

In  true  humility. 


60  LENT. 

Oh!  let  us,  then,  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  unto  our  God, 
And  pray  to  Him  to  grant  relief, 

And  stay  th'  uplifted  rod. 

0  Righteous  Judge,  if  Thou  wrilt  deign 

To  grant  us  all  we  need, 
We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again, 

And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 

Blest  Three  in  One,  with  grief  sincere 
To  Thee  we  humbly  pray, 

That  fruits  of  mercy  may  appear 
To  bless  this  fasting-day. 


HYMN  37. 

r)EAR  Lord!  and  dost  Thou  bid  me  come, 
And  share  with  Thee  Thy  lone  abode — 
Stay  with  Thee  in  Thy  desert  home, 

And  tread  with  Thee  Lent's  rocky  road? 


LENT.  Gl 

Then  lead  me  to  the  still  retreat 
That  closed  around  Thy  forty  days; 

Alone  and  prostrate  at  Thy  Feet, 

Teach  me  what  song  my  heart  should  raise. 

Alone  with  Thee,  no  grief  is  pain ; 

Away  from  Thee,  all  joy  is  woe; 
My  greatest  loss  I  count  a  gain 

If  where  Thou  goest  I  may  go. 

Oh!  let  me  through  this  sacred  tide 

In  each  denial  look  at  Thee, 
Feel  Thou  art  walking  by  my  side, 

And  death  will  be  no  death  to  me. 


HYMN  38. 

F  ORD,  when  we  bend  before  Thy  Throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Teach  us  to  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  shun  what  we  deplore. 

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G2  LENT. 

Our  contrite  spirits,  pitying,  see; 

True  penitence  impart; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  Thee 

Beam  hope  on  ev'ry  heart. 

When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer 

May  we  our  wills  resign, 
And  not  a  wish  our  bosoms  share 

Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 

In  meek  submission  to  Thy  will 

Let  ev'ry  prayer  arise; 
And  teach  us,  Lord,  'tis  goodness  still 

That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

To  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  All  Diyine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


LENT.  63 

HYMN  39. 

'THOU  Gracious  Author  of  our  days. 

Oh !  may  Thine  Ears  be  bent 
Unto  the  mournful  prayer  we  raise 

In  this,  our  fast  of  Lent. 

Thou,  the  heart-searching  God,  must  know 

How  vile  and  weak  we  be ; 
But,  Lord,  do  Thou  Thy  mercy  show, 

And  draw  us  back  to  Thee. 

Great  is  our  sin,  and  great  our  shame, 

But,  oh !  do  Thou  forgive : 
Help,  for  the  glory  of  Thy  Name, 

And  let  poor  sinners  live. 

Oh!  may  our  outward  abstinence 

Have  such  effect  within, 
That  we  may  rescue  every  sense 

From  every  stain  of  sin. 

Blest  Three  in  One,  with  grief  sincere 

To  Thee  we  humbly  pray, 
That  fruits  of  mercy  may  appear 

To  bless  this  fasting-day. 


64  LENT. 

HYMN  40. 

Q  LORD,  turn  not  Thy  Face  away 

From  them  that  lowly  lie, 
Lamenting  sore  their  sinful  life 
With  tears  and  bitter  cry. 

Thy  mercy-gates  are  open  wide 
To  them  that  mourn  their  sin; 

Oh !  shut  them  not  against  us,  Lord, 
But  let  us  enter  in. 

Oh !  call  us  not  to  strict  account 
How  we  have  sojourn'd  here; 

For  then  our  guilty  conscience  knows 
How  vile  we  must  appear. 

We  need  not  to  confess  our  fault 
To  Thee,  Who  best  can  tell 

What  we  have  been;  and  what  we  are 
Thou  knowest,  Lord,  full  well. 

Mercy,  0  Lord,  mercy  we  seek; 

This  is  our  only  prayer; 
In  mercy,  Lord,  is  all  our  hope; 

Oh !  let  Thy  mercy  spare. 


LENT.  65 

HYMN  41. 

f^jHRIST  leads  us  through  no  darker  rooms 

Than  He  went  through  before; 
And  he  that  to  His  kingdom  comes 
Must  enter  by  this  door. 

Come,  Lord,  and  daily  make  us  meet, 

Thy  Blessed  Face  to  see; 
For  if  Thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  must  Thy  Glory  be ! 

Then  shall  we  end  our  sad  complaints, 

And  weary,  sinful  days; 
And  join  with  those  triumphant  saints 

Who  sing  the  Saviour's  praise. 

Our  knowledge  of  that  life  is  small, 

The  eye  of  faith  is  dim : 
Enough  for  us  that  He  knows  all, 

And  we  shall  be  with  Him. 

To  Christ,  Who  came  to  save  the  lost, 

And  lead  us  back  to  Heaven, 
With  Father  and  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Be  praise  for  ever  given. 

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66  LENT. 

HYMN  42. 

TN  the  Lord's  atoning  grief 

Be  our  rest  and  sweet  relief; 
Store  we  deep  in  heart's  recess 
All  the  shame  and  bitterness. 

Thorns,  and  Cross,  and  Nails,  and  Lance, 
Wounds,  our  treasure  that  enhance, 
Vinegar,  and  Gall,  and  Eeed, 
And  the  pang  His  Soul  that  freed : 

May  these  all  our  spirits  sate, 
And  with  love  inebriate; 
In  our  souls  plant  virtue's  root, 
And  mature  its  glorious  fruit. 

Crucified!  we  Thee  adore, 
Thee  with  all  our  hearts  implore, 
Us  with  saintly  bands  unite 
In  the  realms  of  heav'nly  light. 

Christ!  by  coward  hands  betrayed, 
Christ  !  for  us  a  captive  made, 
Christ  !  upon  the  bitter  tree 
Slain  for  man,  be  praise  to  Thee ! 


LENT.  b 

HYMN  43. 

"jVTY  Blessed  Saviour,  is  Thy  love 

So  great,  so  full,  so  free? 
Behold,  I  give  my  love,  my  heart, 
My  life,  my  all,  to  Thee. 

I  love  Thee  for  the  glorious  worth 

In  Thy  great  Self  I  see : 
I  love  Thee  for  that  shameful  Cross 

Thou  hast  endured  for  me. 

Though  in  the  Very  form  of  God, 
With  heavenly  glory  crowned, 

Thou  wouldst  partake  of  human  flesh, 
Beset  with  troubles  round. 

Thou  wouldst  like  wretched  man  be  made, 

In  everything  but  sin; 
That  we  as  like  Thee  might  become 

As  we  unlike  have  been : 

Like  Thee  in  faith,  in  meekness,  love, 

In  every  beauteous  grace, 
From  glory  thus  to  glory  changed 

As  we  behold  Thy  Face. 


G8  LENT. 

0  Lord,  I  '11  treasure  in  my  soul 
The  memory  of  Thy  love; 

And  Thy  dear  Name  shall  still  to  me 
A  grateful  odor  prove. 


HYMN  44. 

TV/T Y  God,  I  love  Thee,  not  because 

I  hope  for  heaven  thereby ; 
Nor  because  those  who  love  Thee  not 
Must  burn  eternally. 

Thou,  0  my  Jesu,  Thou  didst  me 
Upon  Thy  Cross  embrace; 

For  me  didst  bear  the  nails  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace, 

And  griefs  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony — 
Yea,  death  itself;  and  all  for  one 

That  was  Thine  enemy. 


LENT.  G9 

Then  why,  0  Blessed  Jesu  Christ, 
Should  I  not  love  Thee  well? 

Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell; 

Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Not  seeking  a  reward ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 

0  ever-loving  Lord, 

E'en  so  I  love  Thee,  and  will  love, 
And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing, 

Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  Eternal  King. 


HYMN  45. 

JJOCK  of  Ages!  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee; 
Let  the  Water  and  the  Blood 
From  Thy  riv'n  Side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 


70  LENT. 

Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Could  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
These  for  sin  could  not  atone; 
Thou  must  save,  and  Thou  alone : 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring, 
Simply  to  Thy  Cross  I  cling. 

While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  Judgment-Throne, 
Rock  of  Ages !  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 


HYMN  46. 

F)ID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
The  angels  wondering  see: 

Hast  thou  no  wonder,  0  my  soul? 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 


LENT.  71 

He  wept  that  we  might  weep, 
Might  weep  our  sin  and  shame ; 

He  wept  to  show  His  love  for  us, 
And  bid  us  love  the  same. 

Then  tender  be  our  hearts, 

Our  eyes  in  sorrow  dim, 
Till  every  tear  from  every  eye 

Is  wiped  away  by  Him. 

To  God  the  Son,  Who  came 

Lost  sinners  to  restore, 
The  Father,  and  the  Holy  Ghost, 

Be  glory  evermore. 


HYMN  47. 

JjORD  of  Might!  Thou  God  of  nations! 

Thron'd  in  power  above  the  skies, 
Let  Thy  people's  supplications 
To  Thy  Mercy-seat  arise. 


72  LENT. 

Lo,  with  deep  contrition  turning, 
Humbly  at  Thy  Feet  we  bend; 

See  us  fasting,  praying,  mourning; 
Hear  us,  pardon,  and  defend. 

Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 
Loudly  for  Thy  vengeance  call, 

Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding; 
Jesu's  Blood  can  cleanse  from  all. 

Pardon,  Lord,  our  past  transgression ; 

O'er  us  stretch  Thy  Saving  Hand; 
Save  Thy  people  from  oppression ; 

Guard  Thy  Church,  and  bless  our  land. 


PALM    SUNDAY. 

HYMN  48. 

T)  IDE  on !  ride  on  in  Majesty ! 

Hark !  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry : 
0  Saviour  Meek,  pursue  Thy  road, 
With  palms  and  scattered  garments  strewed. 


PALM  SUNDAY.  /o 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  Majesty! 

In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die! 

0  Christ,  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 

O'er  captive  death,  and  conquered  sin. 

Ride  on !  ride  on  in  Majesty ! 

The  angel  armies  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes 

To  see  the  approaching  Sacrifice. 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  Majesty! 
The  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh : 
The  Father  on  His  Sapphire-Throne 
Expects  His  Own  Anointed  Son. 

Ride  on!  ride  on  in  Majesty! 

In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die ! 

Bow  Thy  Meek  Head  to  mortal  pain, 

Then  take,  0  God,  Thy  Power,  and  reign. 

Reign  on!  reign  on  in  Majesty! 
Reign  on  in  triumph,  Lord  Most  High ! 
We  hymn  Thee  on  Thy  Throne  of  love, 
Almighty  King,  in  realms  above. 

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74  HOLY   WEEK. 

HYMN  49. 

J70RTH  goes  the  Standard  of  the  King, 
The  Sign  of  signs,  the  radiant  Cross, 
On  which  He  died,  our  souls  to  bring 
From  hell,  and  from  eternal  loss. 

Pierced  by  the  spear,  He  yielded  forth 
Water  and  Blood,  a  mingled  tide, 

That  so  a  well  of  priceless  worth 

Might  spring  for  sinners  from  His  Side. 

Then  were  the  wonders  plainly  shown 
Which  saints  of  old  rejoiced  to  sing, 

How  of  the  tree  He  made  a  Throne 
Whereon  He  reigned  a  Gracious  King. 

0  Jesu,  Saviour,  Master,  hail! 

Thy  grace  so  fill  this  Passion-time, 
That  saints  be  strengthened  not  to  fail, 

And  sinners  be  absolved  from  crime. 

0  God,  the  Blessed  Three  in  One, 
From  every  soul  all  glory  be ! 

Do  Thou  reward  those  who  have  won, 
Through  Thee,  the  Cross's  victory. 


HOLY   WEEK.  iO 

HYMN  50. 

JESUS,  when  in  dust  to  Thee 

Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes, 
Oh !  by  all  Thy  pains  and  woe 
Suffer  d  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  Thy  Throne  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

By  Thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  Thy  human  griefs  and  tears, 
By  Thy  fasting  and  distress 
In  the  lonely  wilderness ; 
By  Thy  victory  in  that  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter  s  power, 
Jesu!  look  with  pitying  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

By  Thine  hour  of  anguish  drear, 

By  Thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  the  purple  robe  of  scorn, 

By  Thy  Wounds,  Thy  Crown  of  Thorns; 


76  GOOD   FRIDAY. 

By  Thy  Cross,  Thy  pangs  and  cries, 
By  Thy  perfect  Sacrifice, 
Jesu  !  look  with  pitying  eye, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 

By  Thy  deep  expiring  groan ; 
By  the  seal'd  sepulchral  stone; 
By  Thy  triumph  o'er  the  grave; 
By  Thy  power  from  death  to  save, 
Mighty  God,  ascended  Lord, 
To  Thy  Throne  in  heaven  restored, 
Prince  and  Saviour,  hear  our  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  litany. 


GOOD   FRIDAY. 

HYMN  51. 

GEE  the  destin'd  day  arise; 

See  a  willing  Sacrifice; 
Jesus,  to  redeem  our  loss, 
Hangs  upon  the  shameful  Cross. 


GOOD   FRIDAY. 

Jesus  !  who  but  Thou  had  borne, 
Lifted  on  that  tree  of  scorn, 
Every  pang  and  bitter  throe, 
Finishing  Thy  Life  of  woe? 

Who  but  Thou  had  dar'd  to  drain, 
Steep'd  in  gall,  the  cup  of  pain; 
And  with  tender  body  bear 
Thorns,  and  nails,  and  piercing  spear? 

Thence  the  cleansing  water  flow'd, 
Mingled  from  Thy  Side  with  Blood; 
Sign  to  all  attesting  eyes 
Of  the  finish'd  Sacrifice. 

Holy  Jesus,  grant  us  grace 
In  that  Sacrifice  to  place 
All  our  trust  for  life  renew'd, 
Pardon'd  sin,  and  promis'd  good. 


78  GOOD   FRIDAY. 


HYMN  52. 


JSTOW,  my  soul,  thy  voice  upraising, 

Sing  aloud,  in  mournful  strain, 
Of  the  sorrows  most  amazing, 
And  the  agonizing  pain, 
Which  our  Saviour 
Sinless  bore,  for  sinners  slain. 


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He  the  ruthless  scourge  enduring, 
Ransom  for  our  sins  to  pay, 

Sinners  by  His  Own  Stripes  curing, 
Raising  those  who  wounded  lay, 

Bore  our  sorrows, 
And  removed  our  pains  away. 

He  to  liberty  restored  us 
By  the  very  bonds  He  bare, 

And  His  nail-pierced  Limbs  afford  us 
Each  a  Stream  of  Mercy  rare; 

Us  they  fasten 
To  the  Cross,  and  keep  us  there. 


GOOD    FRIDAY.  79 

When  His  painful  Life  was  ended 
Then  the  spear  transfix'd  His  Side; 

Blood  and  Water  thence  descended. 
Pouring  forth  a  double  tide : 

This  to  cleanse  us, 
That  to  heal  us;  is  applied. 

Jesu,  may  Thy  promised  blessing 

Comfort  to  our  souls  afford; 
May  we,  now  Thy  love  possessing, 

And  at  length  our  full  reward, 
Ever  praise  Thee, 

As  our  ever-glorious  Lord. 


EASTER. 


EASTEE    EVE. 

HYMN  53. 

A  LL  is  o'er,  the  pain,  the  sorrow, 

Human  taunts,  and  Satan's  spite; 
Death  shall  be  despoiled,  to-morrow, 

Of  the  prey  he  grasps  to-night; 
Yet  once  more,  to  seal  his  doom, 
Christ  must  sleep  within  the  tomb. 

Fierce  and  deadly  was  the  anguish 
Which  on  yonder  Cross  He  bore; 

How  did  soul  and  body  languish 
Till  the  toil  of  Death  was  o'er ! 

But  that  toil,  so  fierce  and  dread, 

Bruis'd  and  crush'd  the  Serpent's  head. 


EASTER.  81 

Close  and  still  the  cell  that  holds  Him, 

While  in  brief  repose  He  lies; 
Deep  the  slumber  that  enfolds  Him, 

Veil'd  awhile  from  mortal  eyes ; 
Slumber  such  as  needs  must  be, 

After  hard-won  victory. 

All  night  long,  with  plaintive  voicing, 
Chant  His  requiem  soft  and  low; 

Loftier  strains  of  loud  rejoicing 
From  to-morrow's  harp  shall  flow; 

Death  and  Hell  at  length  are  slain, 

Christ  hath  triumphed,  Christ  doth  reign. 


EASTEE    DAY. 

HYMN  54. 

JESUS  CHRIST  is  risen  to-day,  Alleluia! 

Our  triumphant  Holyday,  Alleluia! 
Who  did  once  upon  the  Cross,  Alleluia! 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss,  Alleluia ! 


82  EASTER. 

Hymns  of  praise,  then,  let  us  sing,  Alleluia! 
Unto  Christ,  our  Heavenly  King,  Alleluia! 
Who  endured  the  Cross  and  grave,  Alleluia! 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save,  Alleluia! 

But  the  pain  which  He  endured,  Alleluia! 
Our  salvation  hath  procured,  Alleluia! 
Now  above  the  skv  He 's  King,  Alleluia ! 
Where  the  angels  ever  sing,  Alleluia! 


HYMN  55. 

"PROA!  the  dark  sepulchral  gloom 

See  the  King  of  Glory  come : 
See  Him  now  to  daylight  lead 
All  His  saints,  from  bondage  freed. 

Hence  with  mourning,  hence  with  tears, 
Hence  with  anxious  griefs  and  fears; 
Death's  subduer  is  not  here, 
Cries  His  angel-minister. 


EASTER.  83 

That  these  thoughts  of  paschal  joy 
Ever  may  our  minds  employ. 
Dead  to  sin,  Thy  servants  give, 
Lord,  in  holiness  to  live. 

Now  be  God  the  Father  prais'd. 
With  the  Sosr,  in  triumph  rais'd 
From  the  grave,  His  Glory's  Heir, 
And  the  Blessed  Comforter. 


HYMN  56. 

()  THOU,  the  Heaven's  Eternal  King, 

Lord  of  the  starry  spheres! 
Who  with  the  Father  equal  art 
From  everlasting  years : 

All  praise  to  Thy  most  Holy  Name, 
Who,  when  the  world  began, 

Yoking  the  soul  with  clay,  didst  form 
In  Thine  Own  Image,  man. 


84  EASTER. 

And  praise  to  Thee,  Who,  when  the  foe 
Had  marr'd  Thy  work  sublime, 

Clothing  Thyself  in  flesh,  didst  mould 
Our  race  a  second  time. 

Who  from  the  tomb  new-born,  as  from 

A  Virgin  born  before, 
Didst  then  reverse  our  fallen  state, 

And  life  to  man  restore : 

Eternal  Shepherd,  Who  Thy  flock 

In  Thy  pure  Font  dost  lave, 
Where  souls  are  cleansed,  and  all  their  £>;uilt 

Buried,  as  in  a  grave : 

Jesu,  Who  to  the  Cross  wast  nailed, 

Our  countless  debt  to  pay ; 
Jesu,  Who  lavishly  didst  pour 

Thy  Blood  for  us  away: 

Oh !  from  the  wretched  death  of  sin 

Keep  us,  so  shalt  Thou  be 
The  everlasting  Paschal  joy 

Of  all  new-born  to  Thee. 


EASTER.  85 


HYMN  57. 


QOME  once  more  with  songs  descending, 

Angels,  come,  our  joy  to  share; 
Lo!  what  pow'r  the  tomb  is  rending! 
Free  among  Death's  captives  there 

Christ  is  rising; 
Lo!  He  leaves  the  sepulchre! 

Vain  the  soldiers  watching  round  Him, 
Thro'  the  hours  of  darkness  lone; 

Vain  the  jealous  care  that  bound  Him 
Deep  within  the  sealed  stone; 

Vain  their  madness! 
All  their  toil  is  now  undone. 

If  He  will,  with  seals  unbroken 
He  can  leave  the  silent  tomb; 

Not  more  wondrous  was  the  token 
At  His  Birth  first  seen  to  come, 

When  He  issued 
From  the  Blessed  Virgin's  womb. 


86  EASTER. 

Him  upon  the  Cross  deriding 
Did  the  frantic  crowd  upbraid, 

Death's  worst  pangs  for  them  abiding; 
Where  is  now  His  God?  they  said; 

We  will  own  Him 
If  His  God  but  send  Him  aid. 

But,  to  Thee,  Thy  God  and  Father, 
Saviour,  was  more  truly  known; 

Thou  the  Lamb,  Who,  slain,  didst  gather 
All  Thy  Father's  flock  in  one; 

Priest  and  Victim, 
Who  didst  for  the  world  atone. 

Not  the  Cross  of  anguish  leaving, 

Where  Thy  Love  Thy  Soul  outpoured, 

But  a  mightier  token  giving 
In  that  Life  to  light  restored; 

Now  believing, 
Turn,  and  own  Him  Christ  the  Lord. 


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Lord,  with  Thee  in  daily  dying, 
May  we  die,  and  with  Thee  rise; 


EASTER.  87 

And  our  earthly  love  denying, 
May  we  lift  to  Thee  our  eyes, 

Thee  adoring, 
With  our  hearts  above  the  skies. 


HYMN  58. 

QH !  from  the  world's  vile  slavery, 
Almighty  Saviour!  set  me  free; 
And  as  my  treasure  is  above, 
Be  there  my  thoughts,  be  there  my  love. 

But  oft,  alas !  too  well  I  know, 

My  thoughts,  my  love,  are  fixed  below ; 

In  every  lifeless  prayer  I  find 

The  heart  unmoved,  the  absent  mind. 

Oh !  what  that  frozen  heart  can  move, 
That  melts  not  at  the  Saviour's  Love ! 
What  can  that  sluggish  spirit  raise, 
That  will  not  sing  the  Saviour's  praise ! 


88  EASTER. 

Lord,  draw  my  best  affections  hence, 
Above  this  world  of  sin  and  sense; 
Cause  them  to  soar  beyond  the  skies, 
And  rest  not  till  to  Thee  they  rise. 


HYMN  59. 

PROTECTED  by  th'  Almighty  Hand, 
We  traversed  safe  the  sever'd  main : 
No  more  we  see  th'  Egyptian  land, 
No  more  we  feel  the  tyrant's  chain. 

Oh!  then,  to  God,  with  one  accord, 
Be  joyful  thanks  and  homage  paid; 

And  let  us  come  before  the  Lord, 
In  robes  of  innocence  arrayed. 

Yea,  let  us  at  His  Table  meet, 

And  banquet  at  His  Feast  of  Love : 

So  shall  our  soul  with  transport  beat, 
And  God's  Own  Presence  sweetly  prove. 


EASTER.  89 

Christ  is  our  Paschal-Lamb  to-day, 
To  Him  the  Christian  looks  for  Food : 

Nor  will  the  avenging  angel  slay 

Those  who  are  sprinkled  with  His  Blood. 

0  Victim,  worthy  of  the  sky, 

Beneath  Whose  pow'r  death  vanquish'd  fell, 
Who  saved  mankind  from  misery, 

And  burst  the  dungeon-gates  of  hell ! 

Oh,  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  bids  us  welcome  to  the  skies, 

And  Holt  Ghost,  by  Whom  alone 
We  share  the  Saviour's  Victories. 


HYMN  60. 

RATHER  of  Peace  and  God  of  Love, 

We  own  Thy  power  to  save; 
That  power  by  which  our  Saviour  rose 
Victorious  o'er  the  £rave. 


90  EASTER. 

Him  from  the  dead  Thou  brought'st  again, 

When,  by  His  Sacred  Blood, 
Confirm'd  and  seal'd  for  evermore 

Th'  eternal  covenant  stood. 

Oh !  may  Thy  Spirit  seal  our  souls, 
And  mould  them  to  Thy  will, 

That  our  weak  hearts  no  more  may  stray, 
But  keep  Thy  precepts  still. 

That  to  perfection's  sacred  height 

We  nearer  still  may  rise, 
And  all  we  think,  and  all  we  do, 

Be  pleasing  in  Thine  Eyes. 

Praise  be  to  Father,  praise  to  Son, 

Blest  Spirit,  praise  to  Thee; 
Glory  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 

To  God,  the  One  in  Three. 


EASTER.  91 


HYMN  61. 


A    FAIRER  Sun  is  risen  on  earth, 

To  kindle  high  our  Paschal  mirth; 
A  purer  far  than  earthly  beam 
Th'  Apostles  see  from  Jesus  stream. 

They  in  His  Flesh  the  Wounds  Divine 
Behold  like  stars  serenely  shine; 
And,  faithful  witnesses,  declare 
The  wondrous  sight  they  gaze  on  there. 

Great  King  of  Love,  our  hearts  possess, 
And  with  Thy  fostering  Presence  bless; 
So  may  our  tongues,  in  ceaseless  praise, 
To  Thy  Great  Name  meet  anthems  raise. 

Father,  to  Thee, — to  Thee,  0  Son, 
Who  hast  o'er  death  the  victory  won, 
With  Holy  Ghost,  One  God  confest, 
Be  everlasting  praise  addrest. 


92  EASTER. 


HYMN  62. 


J>ROUGHT  to  the  Font  with  holy  care, 

And  wash'd  from  nature's  shame, 
New-born  in  Christ,  we  thenceforth  bear 
The  Christian's  sacred  name. 

Blest  privilege :  but  all  in  vain 
Our  new  and  heavenly  birth, 

If  we  the  Truth  of  God  profane, 
And  cleave  to  things  of  earth. 

Lord,  we  would  keep  that  blest  estate, 

Our  threefold  vow  fulfil ; 
Submissive  at  Thine  Altar  wait, 

And  cleanse  our  souls  from  ill. 

Then  daily,  Lord,  Thy  grace  impart 

To  aid  the  grace  first  given, 
That  love,  abiding  in  the  heart, 

May  lift  our  souls  to  heaven. 

Praise  be  to  Father,  praise  to  Son, 
Blest  Spirit,  praise  to  Thee : 

Glory  to  God,  the  Three  in  Ojste, 
To  God,  the  One  in  Three. 


EASTER.  93 

HYMN  63. 

"W'HEN  gathering  clouds  around  we  view, 
When  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
May'st  Thou  be  near,  Who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  every  mortal  pain, 
To  share  our  griefs,  allay  our  fears, 
And  count,  and  treasure  up  our  tears. 

If  aught  should  tempt  our  souls  to  stray 

From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 

To  flee  the  good  we  should  pursue, 

Or  do  the  ill  we  should  not  do; 

0  Thou,  Who  know'st  temptation's  power, 

Protect  us  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

And  oh!  when  we  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  Lord,  Unchanging,  watch  beside 
Our  bed  of  death,  for  Thou  hast  died : 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 


94  EASTER. 

HYMN  64. 

Q  JESU,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 

Redeemer  of  our  guilty  race, 
To  Thee  our  longing  eyes  we  bend, 
The  saint's  Delight,  the  sinner's  Friend! 

What  wondrous  love  prevailed  on  Thee 
The  Bearer  of  our  sins  to  be : 
Thyself  in  sacrifice  to  give, 
That  sinners  might  not  die,  but  live ! 

Now  crush'd  is  Satan's  doleful  reign, 
And  shiver'd  is  the  tyrant's  chain; 
And  Thou  art  in  Thy  meet  Abode, 
A  Conqueror  on  the  Throne  of  God. 

Oh !  let  Thy  Mercy,  then,  prevail, 
To  heal  the  losses  we  bewail: 
Oh !  cheer  us  with  Thy  Beaming  Face, 
Enrich  us  with  Thy  gifts  of  grace. 

Be  Thou  our  Passage  to  the  skies, 
Be  Thou  the  Goal  before  our  eyes; 
Our  present  Joy,  to  dry  our  tears, 
Our  future  Prize,  for  endless  years. 


95 

EVE    OF    THE    ASCENSION. 

HYMN  65. 

Q  SAVIOUR,  Who  for  man  hast  trod 

The  wine-press  of  the  wrath  of  God, 
Ascend,  and  claim  again  on  high 
Thy  Glory  left  for  us  to  die. 

The  radiant  clouds  are  now  Thy  Seat; 
The  earth  lies  stretched  beneath  Thy  Feet; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  angels  sing, 
To  welcome  their  returning  King. 


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The  gates  of  Heaven  obey  the  call, 
And  open  to  the  Lord  of  all ; 
His  Throne  receives  th'  Eternal  Son, 
Both  God  and  Man,  for  ever  One. 


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Our  great  High  Priest  and  Shepherd,  Thou 
Within  the  Veil  art  entered  now, 
To  offer  there  Thy  Death  and  Pain, 
0  Lamb,  from  earth's  foundation  slain. 

And  thence  the  Church,  Thy  chosen  Bride, 
With  choicest  gifts  of  heav'n  supplied, 
Through  all  her  members  draws  from  Thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 


96  THE    ASCENSION. 

0  Thou,  our  Lord,  of  Thy  dear  care 
Thy  lowly  members  heavenward  bear; 
Be  ours  with  Thee  to  suffer  pain, 
With  Thee  for  evermore  to  reign. 


ASCENSION-DAY. 

HYMN  66. 

TAIL  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 
To  His  Throne  above  the  skies! 
Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Re-ascends  the  highest  heaven : 
There  the  mighty  triumph  waits; 
"Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates; 
Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in." 

Circled  round  with  angel-powers, 
Their  Triumphant  Lord  and  ours, 
Vanquisher  of  death  and  sin, 
Take  the  King  of  Glory  in ; 


THE    ASCENSION.  97 

Him  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves; 
Though  returned  to  His  Throne, 
Still  He  calls  mankind  His  Own. 

See!  He  lifts  His  Hands  ahove; 
See !  He  shows  the  Prints  of  Love ; 
Hark !  His  gracious  Lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  Church  below; 
Still  for  us  He  intercedes, 
Still  His  Death  prevailing  pleads, 
Next  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 


SUNDAY  AFTER  ASCENSION-DAY. 
HYMN  67. 

^HE  Saviour  stood  on  Olivet; 

His  earthly  task  was  o'er: 
And  wherefore  should  He  linger  yet 

On  this  world's  dreary  shore? 
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98  THE   ASCENSION. 

He  raised  on  high  His  Hands  Divine. 

And  blessed  His  faithful  train: 
Oh.  when  shall  Adam's  guilty  line 

Such  blessing  hear  again  I 

Then  slowly  towards  th'  expecting  sky, 

The  sky's  Creator  rose : 
Angelic  watchers,  rang  d  on  high. 

Bade  Heaven's  bright  gates  uncle- 
He  enter'd  in.  the  Lord  of  Might, 

Eternal  and  Supreme, 
Whose  Presence  e'en  the  Realms  of  Light 


0  Thou  Who  thus  exalted  art, 

On  Whom  our  souls  rely. 
Grant  to  us  now  in  mind  and  heart 

To  dwell  with  Thee  on  high. 
And  when,  at  length,  redeem'd  by  Thee, 

The  just  from  sleep  shall  rise, 
With  theirs  our  happy  portion  be, 

A  home  beyond  the  skies. 


THE   ASCENSION.  99 


HYMX  68. 


IV HEN  earthly  joys  glide  swift  away, 

When  hopes  and  comforts  flee, 
When  foes  beset,  and  friends  betray, 
I  turn,  my  God,  to  Thee. 

Thy  Nature,  Lord,  no  change  can  know; 

Thy  promise  still  is  sure; 
And  ills  can  ne'er  so  hopeless  grow 
But  Thou  canst  find  a  cure. 

High  as  Thou  art,  Thou  still  art  near 
When  suppliants  succor  crave; 

And  as  Thine  Ear  is  swift  to  hear, 
Thine  Arm  is  strong;  to  save. 

To  Father.  Sox,  and  Holy  Gb 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory;   as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


100 

WHITSUN-EVE. 
HYMN  69. 

QOME,  Holt  Ghost,  Who  ever  One 

Art  with  the  Father,  and  the  Son  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  possess 
With  Thy  full  flood  of  Holiness. 

Let  mouth,  and  heart,  and  flesh  combine 
To  herald  forth  our  Creed  Divine; 
And  love  so  wrap  our  mortal  frame, 
Others  may  catch  the  living  flame. 

Praise  God,  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  angelic  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 
HYMN  70. 

T^HOU  Who  earnest  from  above, 

Bringing  Light  and  shedding  Love, 
Teaching  Thy  all-perfect  Way, 
Giving  Gifts  to  man  to-day : 


WHIT-SUNDAY.  101 

Thou  Who  once  didst  change  our  state. 
Making  us  regenerate, 
Help  us  evermore  to  be 
Faithful  subjects  unto  Thee. 

Often  have  we  griev'd  Thee  sore; 
Never  may  we  grieve  Thee  more : 
Thou  the  feeble  canst  protect, 
Thou  the  wandering  direct. 


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We  are  dark — be  Thou  our  Light; 
We  are  blind — be  Thou  our  Sight; 
Be  our  Comfort  in  distress, 
Guide  us  through  the  wilderness. 

Praise  the  Blessed  Three  in  One; 
Praise  the  Father,  and  the  Sox; 
To  the  Holy  Ghost  arise 
Praise  from  all  below  the  skies. 


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102  WHIT-SUNDAY. 

HYMN  71. 

QREATOR,  Spirit,  Lord  of  Grace, 

Oh,  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And,  with  Thy  Might  Celestial,  aid 
The  souls  of  men,  whom  Thou  hast  made. 

Come  from  Thy  Throne  of  Light  above, 
Thou  Comforter,  Thou  Holy  Dove; 
Come,  Oil  of  Gladness,  Cleansing  Fire, 
And  Living  Spring  of  pure  desire ! 

0  Finger  of  the  Hand  Divine, 
The  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  are  Thine; 
And,  touched  by  Thee,  the  lips  proclaim 
All  praise  to  God's  most  Holy  Name. 

Thou  to  our  souls  Thy  Light  impart, 
And  give  Thy  Love  to  every  heart; 
Turn  all  our  weakness  into  might, 
0  Thou,  the  Source  of  Life  and  Light! 

Protect  us  from  th'  assailing  foe, 
And  Peace,  the  fruit  of  Love,  bestow; 
Upheld  by  Thee,  our  Strength  and  Guide, 
No  evil  can  our  steps  betide. 


WHIT-SUNDAY.  103 

Spirit  of  Faith !  on  us  bestow, 
The  Father,  and  the  Son  to  know; 
That  with  Them  we  may  worship  Thee, 
Eternal  One,  Eternal  Three. 


HYMN  72. 

C\  GOD  of  Holiness  and  Grace, 

How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  love  Thy  Sacred  Steps  to  trace, 
And  strive  Thy  precepts  to  obey. 

Thy  law  is  written  in  their  hearts, 
Thy  service  is  their  best  employ ; 

The  Holy  Ghost  their  strength  imparts, 
And  fills  their  souls  with  peace  and  joy, 

Father!  we  plead  that  gracious  Name, 
For  we  are  Thine,  with  all  our  powers; 

Thy  children's  place  we  humbly  claim; 
Oh !  let  their  blessedness  be  ours. 


104  WHIT-SUNDAY. 

By  all  Thy  love,  that  wondrous  love, 
Which  gave  Thy  Son  for  us  to  die, 

Help  us  to  live  for  things  above, 

Lead  us,  through  Him,  to  joys  on  high. 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  all  glory  be : 

All  glory  to  the  Three  in  One, 
Now,  and  throughout  eternity. 


TRINITY. 


TRINITY-SUNDAY. 

HYMN  73. 

■JHRICE  Holy  God,  of  wondrous  Might, 

0  Trinity  of  Love  Divine, 
To  Thee  belongs  unclouded  Light, 
And  everlasting  joys  are  Thine. 

About  Thy  Throne  dark  clouds  abound, 
About  Thee  shine  such  dazzling  rays, 

That  angels,  as  they  stand  around, 
Are  fain  to  tremble  as  they  gaze. 

Thy  new-born  people,  gracious  Lord, 

Confess  Thee  in  Thine  Own  Great  Name; 

By  hope  they  taste  the  rich  reward, 
Which  faith  already  dares  to  claim. 


106  TRINITY. 

Father,  may  we  Thy  law  fulfil ; 

Blest  Son,  may  we  Thy  precepts  learn; 
And  Thou,  Blest  Spirit,  guide  our  will, 

Our  feet  unto  Thy  pathway  turn. 

Yea,  Father,  may  Thy  will  be  done, 
And  may  we  thus  Thy  Name  adore, 

Together  with  Thy  Blessed  Son, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  for  evermore. 


HYMN  74. 

RATHER  of  all,  to  Thee  we  raise 

The  tribute  of  our  grateful  praise, 
Who  for  our  double  life  hast  giv'n 
Bread    from    the    earth,    and    Bread    from 
Heav'n. 

Thou  too,  0  Jesus,  be  adored, 
The  only  Son,  th'  Almighty  Lord; 
Who,  our  Salvation  to  become, 
Didst  not  abhor  the  Virgin's  womb. 


TRINITY.  107 

Who,  on  the  Cross  a  Victim  made, 
The  Ransom  of  the  world  hast  paid; 
Through  Whom  alone,  on  guilty  men, 
The  hope  of  life  has  dawn'd  again. 

And  Thou,  by  Whose  Almighty  aid, 
The  pure  and  highly  favor'd  Maid 
Brought  forth  Incarnate  Deity, 
Eternal  Spirit,  praise  to  Thee. 

Three  Persons,  but  One  God,  Whose  grace 
Both  forms  and  saves  our  human  race, 
With  joyful  hearts  and  lips,  to  Thee 
We  hymn  this  mighty  mystery. 

To  God  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Laud,  Honour,  Glory,  Majesty, 
Both  now,  and  evermore  shall  be. 


108  TRINITY. 


HYMN  75. 

J?  ATHER  of  Heaven,  Whose  Love  profound 

A  Ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  Thv  Throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  Thy  pardoning  love  extend. 

Almighty  Son,  Incarnate  Word, 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord, 
Before  Thy  Throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  Thy  saving  grace  extend. 

Eternal  Spirit,  by  Whose  Breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  Thy  Throne  we  sinners  bend; 
To  us  Thy  quickening  power  extend. 

Almighty  Father,  Spirit,  Son, 
Mysterious  Godhead!  Three  in  One! 
Before  Thy  Throne  we  sinners  bend; 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend. 


TRINITY.  109 


HYMN  76. 


JJAIL!  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord! 

Whom  Oxe  in  Three  we  know, 
By  all  Thy  Heavenly  Host  adored, 
By  all  Thy  Church  below. 

One  Undivided  Trinity 

We  joyfully  proclaim; 
Thy  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 

And  speaks  Thy  glorious  Name. 

Thee,  Holy  Father,  we  confess; 

Thee,  Holy  Sox,  adore; 
Thee,  Spirit  of  Truth  and  Holiness, 

We  worship  evermore. 

Three  Persons  equally  Divine 

We  magnify  and  love; 
And  both  the  choirs  ere  long  shall  join, 

To  sing  Thy  praise  above. 

Hail!  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord! 

(Our  heavenly  song  shall  be), 
Supreme,  Essential  Oxe,  adored 
In  co-eternal  Three. 
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110  TRINITY. 


HYMN  77. 


VE  servants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait, 
Observant  of  His  Heavenly  Word, 

And  watchful  at  His  gate. 

Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
Steady  the  wavering  flame ; 

Gird  up  your  loins  as  in  His  Sight, 
For  awful  is  His  Name. 

Watch !  'tis  your  Lord's  command, 
And  while  we  speak  He's  near; 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  His  Hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

0  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  attention  found! 

He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Christ  shall  the  Banquet  spread 
With  His  Own  Royal  Hand, 

And  raise  that  faithful  servant's  head 
Among  His  angel-band. 


TRINITY.  Ill 

HYMN  78. 

F  EAD  us !  Heavenly  Father,  lead  us 

O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea; 
Guide  us,  guard  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee; 
Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 

If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us, 
All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know; 

Thou  didst  tread  the  earth  before  us, 
Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe : 

Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 
Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go. 

Spirit  of  our  God  descending, 

Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy; 

Love  with  every  feeling  blending 
Pleasures  that  can  never  cloy : 

Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 


112  TRINITY. 

HYMN  79. 

QH.  help  us,  Lord!  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 

Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more. 

Oh,  help  us  through  the  power  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 

The  more  shall  he  receive. 

Oh,  help  us,  Jesus!  from  on  high, 
We  know  no  help  but  Thee ; 

Oh,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  Thine  in  Heaven  to  be. 


TRINITY-  113 

HYMN  SO. 

0  CHRIST !  Who  hast  prepared  a  place 

For  us  around  Thy  Throne  of  grace. 
We  pray  Thee,  lift  our  hearts  above. 
And  draw  them  with  the  cords  of  luve ! 

Source  of  all  good!   Thou.  Gracious  Loi 
Art  our  exceeding  great  Reward: 
How  fleeting  is  our  present  pain! 
How  boundless  our  eternal  gain! 

With  open  face  and  joyful  heart. 
Oh.  may  we  see  Thee  as  Thou  art: 
May  love  to  Thee  for  ever  glow. 
May  praise  to  Thee  for  ever  flow. 

Thy  never  failing  grace  to  prove, 
A  pledge  of  Thine  eternal  Love. 
Send  down  Thy  Holy  Ghost,  to  be 
The  Lifter  of  our  souls  to  Thee. 


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114  TRINITY. 

HYMN  81. 

O  HOLY  GHOST!  Thou  God  of  Peace, 
Pity  Thy  Church,  now  rent  in  twain ; 

Bid  our  sad  strife  and  schism  cease, 
And  let  us  all  be  one  again. 

One  with  our  brethren  here  in  love, 

And  one  with  Saints  that  are  at  rest, 

And  one  with  angel-hosts  above, 

And  one  with  God  for  ever  Blest. 

Oh!  make  on  earth  all  Churches  one, 
All  one  with  Churches  gone  before ; 

All  knit  in  sweet  communion, 

To  love  Thee,  worship,  and  adore. 

For  love  is  life,  and  life  is  love, 

And  Thou  Thyself  art  Love  and  Life, 
And  we  in  Thee  shall  live  and  move 

If  Thou  wilt  keep  us  free  from  strife. 


TRINITY.  115 


HYMN  82. 


Q  FATHER,  Who  didst  all  things  make, 
That  heaven  and  earth  might  do  Thy 
will, 
Bless  us,  we  pray,  for  Jesu's  sake, 
And  for  Thy  work  preserve  us  still. 

0  Son,  Who  didst  redeem  mankind, 
And  set  us  captive  sinners  free ; 

Keep  us,  we  pray,  with  peaceful  mind, 
That  we  may  safe  abide  with  Thee. 

0  Holy  Ghost,  Who  by  Thy  power 
Thy  Church  Elect  dost  sanctify, 

Save  us,  we  pray,  and  hour  by  hour, 
Our  hearts  and  members  purify. 


HYMN  83. 

Q  THOU  from  Whom  all  goodness  flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

Good  Lord,  remember  me. 


116  TRINITY. 

When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart. 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
Thy  Pardon  speak,  Thy  Peace  impart; 

In  love,  remember  me. 

When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
Oh,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day, 

For  good,  remember  me. 

If  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 
This  feeble  frame  should  be, 

Give  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Hear,  and  remember  me. 

If  on  my  face,  for  Thy  loved  Name, 
Shame  and  reproaches  be, 

All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame, 
If  Thou  remember  me. 

When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death, 

I  wait  Thy  just  decree, 
Saviour,  with  my  last  parting  breath 

I  '11  pray,  remember  me. 


TRINITY.  117 


HYMN  84. 


[.  ORD,  ever  here  my  rest  shall  be, 

Close  to  Thy  Bleeding  Side; 
This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died. 

My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin ; 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  Thy  Blood, 

And  cleanse,  and  keep  me  clean. 

Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  Thine  Own, 
Wash  me,  and  mine  Thou  art; 

Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone, 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 


HYMN  85. 

0  THOU,  to  Whose  All-searching  Sight 

The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Thee ; 
Oh,  burst  these  bonds,  and  set  it  free! 


118  TRINITY. 

Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross. 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  Cross; 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  and  pure,  and  free  from  sin. 

If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray, 

Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Way; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

While  Thou,  my  Lord  and  God,  art  near. 

When  rising  floods  my  soul  overflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  gracious  aid  impart, 
And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Saviour,  where'er  Thy  Steps  I  see, 
Dauntless,  untired,  I'll  follow  Thee ! 
Oh,  let  Thy  Hand  support  me  still, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  holy  hill. 

If  rough  and  thorny  be  the  way, 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day : 
Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
Where  all  is  rest,  and  joy,  and  peace. 


TRINITY.  119 


HYMN  86. 


TESU,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  Bosom  fly, 
While  the  troubled  waters  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  be  past; 
Safe  into  the  Haven  guide, 

Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee : 
Leave,  oh!  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  Wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found. 

Grace  to  cleanse  from  every  sin : 
Let  the  Healing  Streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 


120  TRINITY. 

Thou  of  Life  the  Fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee : 

Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 


HYMN  87. 

Q  JESU,  Lord  of  Heavenly  Grace, 

Thou  Brightness  of  the  Father's  Face, 
Thou  Fountain  of  Eternal  Light, 
Whose  Beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night! 

Come,  Holy  Sun  of  Heavenly  Love, 
Shower  down  Thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
Thy  Holt  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

May  faith,  deep  rooted  in  the  soul, 
Subdue  our  flesh,  our  minds  control; 
May  guile  depart,  and  discord  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 


TRINITY.  121 


HYMN  88. 


TN  mercy,  Lord,  do  Thou  our  hearts 

To  Thine  obedience  turn; 
Behold  our  tears,  receive  our  prayers, 

Nor  let  Thine  anger  burn. 


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Thy  gracious  Favour,  Lord,  display, 
Which  we  have  long  implor'd; 

And,  for  Thy  wondrous  Mercy's  sake, 
Thy  promis'd  aid  afford. 

Since  Mercy  now  with  Truth  is  join'd, 
And  Righteousness  with  Peace, 

Salvation  shall  Thy  saints  surround, 
And  cause  their  fears  to  cease. 

Great  Author  of  all  Righteousness, 
Who  peace  on  earth  restor'd, 

Grant  us  Thy  grace,  that  we  no  more 
Transgress  Thy  Holy  Word. 


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122  TRINITY. 

HYMN  89. 

Q  THOU,  Whose  Throne  is  hid  from  men 

By  more  than  earthly  rays, 
Before  Whose  Face  e'en  Seraphs  shrink, 

And  tremble  as  they  gaze : 

Here  we,  Thy  people,  sit  forlorn, 
In  darkness  doom'd  to  dwell, 

But  soon  Thy  bright  Eternal  Day 
That  darkness  shall  dispel. 

But  ah !  too  long  Thou  lingerest 

That  long  expected  Day : 
For  why,  this  body's  toilsome  load 

Must  first  be  cast  away. 

But  when  my  soul  hath  ta'en  her  flight, 
From  earthly  bonds  set  free, 

To  see  Thee,  love  Thee,  praise  Thy  Name, 
Her  endless  task  shall  be. 

Oh,  may  we  so,  Blest  Three  in  One, 
Thy  present  Light  improve, 

That  we  hereafter  may  enjoy 
Thy  glorious  Beams  above. 


TRINITY.  123 


HYMN  90. 


gOURCE  of  Light  and  Life  Divine, 

Thou  didst  cause  the  light  to  shine; 
Thou  didst  bring  Thy  sunbeams  forth 
O'er  Thy  new-created  earth. 

Shade  of  night  and  morning  ray 
Took  from  Thee  the  name  of  day; 
Now  again  the  shades  are  nigh ; 
Listen  to  our  mournful  cry. 

May  we  ne'er,  by  guilt  deprest, 
Lose  the  way  to  endless  rest; 
May  no  thoughts  impure  and  vain 
Draw  our  souls  to  earth  again. 

Rather  lift  them  to  the  skies, 
Where  our  much-loved  treasure  lies; 
Help  us  in  our  daily  strife, 
Make  us  struggle  into  life. 

Holt  Father,  Holy  Sox, 
Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  Oxe, 
Praise  and  glory  be  to  Thee, 
Now,  and  for  eternity. 


124  TRINITY. 


HYMN  91. 


O  THOU  that  hearest  prayer. 

To  Thee  in  faith  I  call: 
Thou  know'st  my  frailty  and  my  fear ; 
Uphold  me,  lest  I  fall. 

In  thought,  and  deed,  and  word, 

From  evil  keep  me  free, 
And  visit  with  Salvation,  Lord, 

The  soul  that  trusts  in  Thee. 

Here  let  me  still  abide, 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove : 

Shine  on  my  soul,  my  footsteps  guide, 
And  bless  me  with  Thy  Love. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be; 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 


TRINITY.  125 


HYMN  92. 


f\  LORD,  Thy  suppliant  people  see, 

And  own  our  humble  claim, 
Who  bring  our  ev'ry  want  to  Thee, 
And  plead  the  Saviour's  Name. 

But  since  a  vain,  rebellious  will 
May  turn  our  hearts  astray, 

In  mercy,  Lord,  refuse  the  ill 
For  which  we  blindly  pray. 

Teach  us  to  know  and  choose  the  good. 

All  else  to  fear  and  flee ; 
Help  us  to  trust  the  Saviour's  Blood, 

And  cast  our  care  on  Thee. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory;  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


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126  TRINITY. 

1LYMN 

TOLY  Jesus!  S 
When  by  passion  b 

Through  this  world  of  sin  we  stray. 
Thou  to  guide  us  art  the  Way. 

- !  when  like  ni 
r  cloude 

Through  the4  mists  vl*  sin  to  shine. 

Thou  dost  rise,  the  Truth  Divine! 

Holt  Jesus!  when  our  power 
Fails  us  in  temptation's  hoar, 

All  unequal  to  th< 

Thou  to  aid  us  art  the  Life. 

Who  would  reach  his  Heavenly  H 

Who  would  to  the  Father  cc»: 
And  His  glorious  Presence  see, 
Jesus!  he  must  come  by  Tb 

Channel  of  the  Father's  Giv 
Imag      .   the  Father's  Face! 
Savioub  Blest!  Incarnate  Son! 
With  the  Father  Thou  art  One. 


TRINITY.  127 


HYMN  94. 


T  ESU!  whene'er  Thy 

[g  turned  to  look  on  me, 
The  morning  star  breaks  out  on  hi 
And  all  the  shadows  flee. 

The  mists  which  gather  round  my  mind, 

And  veil  my  si  X 

The  aching  doubt,  the  thought  unkin 

Before  Thy  IV 

Jesu  !  whene'er  I  would  repine 
Upon  Thy  narrow  Way, 

re  one  tender  Look  of  Thine 

The  shadows  flee  away. 

And  when  sometimes  my  fragile  I 
Would  be  ashamed  of  Thee, 

Then,  from  Thy  radiant  Throne  aoo\ 

My  Saviour,  look  on  me. 

Oh!  ever  keep  Thy  Sacred  Eye 

Upon  my  fitful  day; 
Until,  in  yonder  Home  on  high, 
All  shadows  flee  away. 


128  TRINITY. 

HYMN  95. 

TESU!  Refuge  of  the  weary, 
Object  of  our  spirit's  love, 
Fountain  in  life's  desert  dreary, 
Saviour  from  the  world  above : 

Oh!  how  oft  Thine  Eyes,  offended, 

Gaze  upon  the  sinner's  fall; 
Yet  Thou,  on  the  Cross  extended, 

Bore  the  penalty  of  all. 

Still  we  pass  that  Cross  in  scorn, 

Breathing  no  repentant  vow, 
Though  from  'neath  the  circling  thorn 

Dropped  the  Blood-Sweat  of  Thy  Brow. 

Yet  Thy  sinless  Death  hath  bought  us 
Life  eternal,  Peace,  and  Rest; 

What  Thy  grace  alone  hath  taught  us 
Calms  our  weary,  stormy  breast. 

Jesu!  would  our  hearts  were  burning 
With  more  fervent  love  for  Thee; 

Would  our  eyes  were  ever  turning 
To  Thy  Cross  of  agony. 


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TRINITY.  129 

So,  in  pain  and  rapture  blending, 
Might  our  fading  eyes  grow  dim, 

While  the  freed  heart  rose,  ascending 
To  the  circling  Cherubim. 

Then  in  glory,  parted  never 

From  the  Blessed  Saviour's  Side, 

Graven  on  our  hearts  for  ever, 
Be  the  Cross  and  Crucified. 


HYMN  96. 

OH!  what  if  we  are  Christ's 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss ! 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

Keen  was  the  trial  once, 
Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood; 
Christ's  SufFrings  shared  below. 


130  TRINITY. 

Bright  is  their  glory  now, 
Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  Bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

Lord!  may  that  grace  be  ours, 
Ever  like  them  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain, 
May  be  our  portion  here : 

Enough  if  Thou  at  last 

The  Word  of  Blessing  give, 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  Thy  Feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live. 


HYMN  97. 

Q-RACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  Divine, 

Let  Thy  Light  around  us  shine; 
All  our  guilty  fears  remove; 
Fill  us  with  Thy  Peace  and  Love. 


TRINITY.  131 

Pardon  to  the  contrite  give; 
Bid  the  wounded  sinner  live ; 
Lead  us  to  the  Lamb  of  God; 
Wash  us  in  His  Precious  Blood. 

Earnest  Thou  of  Heavenly  Best, 
Comfort  every  troubled  breast ! 
Life  and  joy  to  all  impart, 
Sanctifying,  Lord,  each  heart. 

Guardian  Spirit  !  lest  we  stray, 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  Way; 
Bring  us  to  Thy  Courts  above, 
Realm  of  Light  and  endless  Love. 


HYMN  98. 

LORD  of  Mercy  and  of  Might! 

Of  mankind  the  Life  and  Light! 
Maker,  Teacher  Infinite! 
Jesus!  hear  and  save. 


132  TRINITY. 

Who,  when  sin's  tremendous  doom 
Gave  Creation  to  the  tomb, 
Didst  not  scorn  the  Virgin's  womb, 
Jesus!  hear  and  save. 

Great  Creator,  Saviour  Mild ! 
Humbled  to  a  Mortal  Child  ! 
Captive,  beaten,  bound,  reviled, 
Jesus!  hear  and  save. 

Borne  aloft  on  angels'  wings, 
Throned  above  celestial  things, 
Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings, 
Jesus!  hear  and  save. 

Who  shall  yet  return  from  high, 
Robed  in  Might  and  Majesty, 
Hear  us!  help  us  when  we  cry! 
Jesus!  hear  and  save. 


TRINITY.  133 


HYMN  99. 


T^HEN  storms  and  tempests  o'er  us  roll, 

Our  hope  is  in  the  skies; 
To  Thee,  0  God,  our  anxious  soul 
And  earnest  prayers  arise. 

Thou,  Father,  dost  Thine  Aid  afford 

Before  the  prayer  is  made; 
In  all  our  weakness,  gracious  Lord, 

Thy  Strength  is  still  displayed. 

The  suff'rings  that  our  souls  oppress 
Thy  Mightier  Hand  shall  cure, 

And  Thine  avenging  Arm  redress 
The  wrongs  we  now  endure. 


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Oh,  then  what  full  success  shall  smile 

On  all  our  labors  past ! 
Who  would  not  gladly  weep  awhile, 

To  reap  such  joys  at  last! 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  Mighty  God  of  Heav'n, 

All  glory  by  the  angel-host, 

And  saints  on  earth  be  giv'n. 
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134  TRINITY. 

HYMN  100. 

Q  LORD!  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 

The  brethren  join  in  love  to  Thee : 
On  Thee  alone  their  heart  relies, 
Their  only  strength  Thy  Grace  supplies. 

How  sweet  within  Thy  Holy  Place 
With  one  accord  to  sing  Thy  Grace, 
Besieging  Thine  attentive  Ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

Oh,  may  we  love  the  House  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  Abode! 
Oh,  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy! 

The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  cling  but  closer  still  to  Thee ; 
With  hearts  to  Thee  more  wholly  giv'n, 
More  wean'd  from  earth,  more  fix'd  on  heav'n. 

Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love : 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supply, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 


TRINITY.  135 

Praise  God,  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  Angelic  Host; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


HYMN  101. 

f\  GOD !  the  hateful  pride  of  man 

Shall  not  usurp  Thy  Praise: 
Yet  arrogance  too  oft  presumes 
Her  shameless  front  to  raise. 

Too  oft,  through  man's  ingratitude, 
Thy  blessings  cease  to  flow; 

And  thus  upon  the  wither' d  heart 
No  fruits  of  love  can  grow. 

But  we,  like  faithful  servants,  bent 
To  know  their  Master's  will, 

Will  never  turn  our  eyes  away 
From  Thy  Celestial  Hill. 


136  TRINITY. 

And  oh !  if  Thou  delay  to  send 

The  long  expected  aid, 
Yet  hope  remains,  an  anchor  strong, 

On  which  our  souls  are  stay'd. 

The  Father  and  th'  Eternal  Son 
Our  praises  shall  employ; 

Who  sends  the  Holy  Ghost  to  be 
A  Pledge  of  future  joy. 


HYMN  102. 

RATHER,  'tis  Thine  each  day  to  yield 

Our  wants  a  fresh  supply; 
Thou  cloth'st  the  lilies  of  the  field, 
And  hear'st  the  ravens  cry : 

Thy  Love  in  all  Thy  Works  we  see; 

Thy  Promise,  Lord,  we  plead; 
And  humbly  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

Who  knowest  all  our  need. 


TRINITY.  137 

Let  not  the  world  engage  our  love, 

Nor  cares  our  bosom  fill; 
But  fix  our  heart  on  things  above, 

That  we  may  do  Thy  will: 

The  comfort  of  Thy  Light  bestow; 

Our  faith  and  hope  increase; 
And  let  us  in  Thy  Presence  know 

Contentment,  joy,  and  peace. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory;  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


HYMN  103. 

A  NGELS,  lament;  behold,  your  God 
Man's  sinful  likeness  wears; 

Behold,  upon  the  accursed  tree, 
Man's  sins  the  Saviour  bears. 
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138  TRINITY. 

Oh,  Christ,  with  wondering  minds  we  see 
What  mighty  Love  was  Thine ! 

Did  God  consent  to  suffer  thus, 
And  oh!  shall  man  repine? 

No,  Saviour,  no !  the  power  of  death 

Thy  Cross  hath  overcome; 
To  save  us,  not  from  earthly  woe, 

But  from  th'  eternal  doom. 

The  flesh  may  shrink,  but  we  submit, 

Whate'er  our  cross  may  be; 
So  Thou  by  Grace  enable  us 

To  bear  it  after  Thee. 

Thy  Stripes  have  healed  us,  and  Thy  Blood 

Our  guilty  stains  effaced; 
Then  may  Thy  Name  by  sins  of  ours 

Be  never  more  disgraced. 

Praise  God,  Who  gave  His  only  Son 

To  be  for  sinners  slain, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  by  Whose  Breath 

Our  souls  are  raised  again. 


TRINITY.  139 


HYMN  104. 


QONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  Work  begun, 
When  He  spake  and  it  was  done. 

Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  Captivity. 

Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come? 
No !  The  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms,  and  hymns,  and  songs  of  praise. 

Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 


140  TRINITY. 

Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death : 
Then,  amidst  Eternal  Joy, 
Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

Praise  the  Name  of  God  Most  High, 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


WEEK-DAYS. 


MONDAY. 
HYMN  105. 

POME,  let  us  praise  the  Name  of  God, 

"Who  spread  the  lofty  skies; 
And  to  the  firmament  above 

Uplift  our  wond'ring  eyes. 

Slow  floating  in  the  blue  expanse 
The  watery  clouds  we  view; 

Whence  fruitful  showers,  at  God's  command, 
The  thirsty  soil  bedew. 

How  fair  a  type  of  God's  free  Grace, 
Which  to  our  souls  is  given; 

It  drops  into  the  inner  man, 

Like  gentle  dews  from  heaven. 


142  WEEK-DAYS. 

And  as  the  faithful  heart  receives 
The  Sanctifying  Shower, 

In  rapture  sweet  'tis  raised  aloft 
By  God's  Almighty  Power. 

Oh,  happy  saints,  on  whom  are  pour'd 
Such  blessings  from  above : 

Oh,  may  they  show  a  thankful  heart, 
And  render  love  for  Love. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

All  glory  be  from  saints  on  earth, 
And  from  the  angel-host. 


TUESDAY. 

HYMN  106. 

TTE  speaks  the  word:  the  floods  obey, 

And  sink  into  their  bed; 
Emerging  from  her  liquid  veil, 
Earth  shows  her  new-born  head. 


WEEK-DAYS.  143 

This  to  His  children,  for  their  home, 

The  Father  hath  assigned ; 
One  common  earth  contains  them  all, 

One  common  love  should  bind. 

We've  no  abiding  city  here, 

But  there 's  a  Home  above 
For  those  who  live  as  sons  of  God 

In  peace  and  holy  love. 

0  Lord,  our  hearts  with  holy  peace, 
And  love,  and  concord,  join; 

These  are  the  fruits  that  certify 
That  we  are  truly  Thine. 

Eternal  glory  be  ascribed 

To  God,  Who  reigns  above, 
By  Whom  is  sent  into  our  souls 

The  grace  of  holy  love. 


144  WEEK-DAYS. 

WEDNESDAY. 
HYMN  107. 

'THE  wonders  of  th'  Almighty  Hand 

Devoutly  we  admire, 
Inscribed  upon  the  vault  above 

In  characters  of  fire. 

The  sun  is  ruler  of  the  day, 
The  moon  controls  the  night; 

The  starry  hosts  adorn  the  sky 
With  varied  streams  of  light. 

The  ruler  of  the  day  must  set, 
And  hide  his  dazzling  rays; 

The  moon  and  starry  hosts  observe 
Their  own  appointed  days. 

Thus  still  revolves  each  orb  of  light, 
Now  hidden,  now  display'd : 

But  Thou,  Lord,  ever  art  the  same; 
Thy  Mercy  knows  no  shade. 

Oh !  fear  not,  doubt  not,  that  our  God 

Hath  all  a  Father's  care; 
Lift  up  with  joy  your  hearts  to  Heaven, 

For  endless  joys  are  there. 


WEEK-DAYS.  145 

All  glory  to  the  Three  in  One, 

The  God  of  Joy  and  Peace, 
Who  comforts  those  who  trust  in  Him, 

And  bids  their  sorrows  cease. 


THURSDAY. 
HYMN  108. 

TPHE  deep  a  twofold  offspring  bore, 

Men's  bodies  to  maintain; 
The  birds,  that  skim  the  liquid  air, 
The  fish,  that  cleave  the  main. 

But  God  provides  far  other  Food 

Th'  immortal  soul  to  feed: 
It  lives  by  Faith,  on  all  the  Words 

That  from  His  Mouth  proceed. 

Faith,  resting  on  the  Blood  of  Christ, 

Still  holds  its  conq'ring  way, 
Till  sinners,  through  the  vanquish'd  world, 

Its  mighty  power  obey. 
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146  WEEK-DAYS. 

By  Faith  the  saints  of  old  were  taught 

The  lion's  wrath  to  tame ; 
A  tyrant's  threat'nings  to  despise, 

And  quench  the  raging  flame. 

And,  oh!  may  we  by  Faith  discern 
The  way  that  leads  to  God, 

And  pluck  the  holy  fruits  of  love 
That  meet  us  on  our  road. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Sojst, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 

All  glory  be  from  saints  on  earth, 
And  from  the  angel-host. 


FEIDAY. 

HYMN  109. 

AND  now,  0  God,  Thy  Mind  resolves 

A  holier  work  to  frame; 
A  ruler  for  Thy  new-made  world, 
A  herald  of  Thy  Name. 


WEEK-DAYS.  147 

And  man  is  made;  to  favored  dust 

The  breath  of  life  is  giv'n ; 
The  likeness  of  a  Holy  God, 

The  lineaments  of  heav'n. 

The  wide  expanse  of  earth  must  own 

His  delegated  sway; 
To  God  alone,  his  rightful  Lord, 

Due  homage  he  must  pay. 

Alas  for  man !  corrupt,  deprav'd, 
The  yoke  he  will  not  wear: 

Vile  dust  presumes  with  God  above 
A  rival  front  to  rear. 

And,  oh !  from  hence  what  wretchedness 
The  world  hath  overspread; 

If  Jesus  had  not  succored  us, 
E'en  hope  itself  were  dead. 

Oh !  praise  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
Who  saved  us  by  His  Death, 

And  Holy  Ghost,  Who  quickens  us 
By  His  Celestial  Breath. 


148  WEEK-DAYS. 

SATURDAY. 

HYMN  110. 

A  ND  now  Thy  Labors,  Lord,  are  done, 

And  on  the  sixth  returning  sun 
Thou  to  Thy  Work  hast  set  the  bound, 
The  heav'ns  take  up  the  gladsome  sound. 

But  while  the  Sabbath  now  is  blest, 
And  consecrate  to  endless  rest, 
Another  labor  doth  demand 
The  Great  Creator's  Mighty  Hand. 

For  all  things  now  have  found  a  tongue, 
Together  raise  one  rival  song, 
Together,  earth,  and  sea,  and  stars : — 
Man  only  the  glad  concert  mars. 

Our  heart  of  stone,  Lord,  from  us  take, 
And  fleshly  hearts  within  us  make, 
That  so  abounding  fruits  of  love 
A  welcome  hymn  to  Thee  may  prove. 


WEEK-DAYS.  149 

Such  are  the  hymns  which  Thee  delight, 
The  deeds  that  with  the  voice  unite; 
Lord,  to  our  prayers  Thine  Ears  incline, 
And  fill  our  souls  with  Love  Divine. 

Glory  to  God,  both  One  and  Three, 

To  God  Triune  all  glory  be, 

Whose  Word  to  being  all  things  brought, 

Whose  Word  sustains  all  He  hath  wrought. 


150 

MORNING   HYMN. 

HYMN  111. 

A  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun, 

Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

Thy  precious  time  misspent,  redeem; 
Each  present  day  thy  last  esteem; 
Improve  thy  talents  with  due  care, 
For  the  Great  Day  thyself  prepare. 

In  conversation  be  sincere, 
Keep  conscience  as  the  noon-tide  clear; 
Think  how  All-Seeing  God  thy  ways, 
And  all  thy  secret  thoughts  surveys. 

Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  glory  to  the  Eternal  King. 

I  wake,  I  wake;  ye  Heavenly  Choir, 
May  your  devotion  me  inspire, 
That  I  like  you  my  age  may  spend, 
Like  you  may  on  my  God  attend. 


EVENING   HYMN.  151 

May  I  like  you  in  God  delight, 
Have  all  day  long  my  God  in  sight; 
Perform,  like  you,  my  Maker's  will : 
Oh,  may  I  never  more  do  ill ! 

Praise  God,  from  "Whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  angelic  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


EVENING   HYMN. 

HYMN  112. 

(JLORY  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 

For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light; 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  Own  Almighty  Wings! 

Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done : 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


152  EVENING   HYMN. 

Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed; 
Teach  me  to  die  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  Day. 

Oh,  let  my  soul  on  Thee  repose ! 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vig'rous  make 
To  serve  my  God,  when  I  awake. 

If  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 
My  soul  with  heav'nly  thoughts  supply : 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

Oh,  may  my  Guardian,  while  I  sleep, 
Close  to  my  bed  his  vigils  keep; 
His  love  angelical  instil, 
Stop  all  the  avenues  of  ill. 

May  he  celestial  joys  rehearse, 
And  thought  to  thought  with  me  converse : 
Or  in  my  stead,  all  the  night  long, 
Sing  to  my  God  a  grateful  song. 


HOLY   BAPTISM.  153 

Praise  God,  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow. 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  Him  above,  angelic  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


HOLY   BAPTISM. 

HYMN  113. 

Q  HOLY  Lord,  content  to  dwell 

In  a  poor  home,  a  lowly  Child, 
With  meek  obedience  noting  well 
Each  mandate  of  Thy  Mother  mild : 

Lead  every  child  that  bears  Thy  Name 
To  walk  in  Thy  pure,  upright  Way; 

To  shun  the  paths  of  sin  and  shame, 
And  humbly,  like  Thyself,  obey. 

Let  not  this  world's  unhallowed  glow 
The  fresh  Baptismal  Dew  efface, 

Nor  blast  of  sin  too  roughly  blow, 

And  quench  the  trembling  Flame  of  Grace. 


154  BAPTISM    OF    ADULTS. 

Gather  Thy  lambs  within  Thine  Arm, 
And  gently  in  Thy  Bosom  bear; 

Protect  them  still  from  hurt  and  harm, 
And  bid  them  rest  for  ever  there. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  earth  and  heav'n  adore, 

Be  glory;  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


BAPTISM  OF  ADULTS. 
HYMN  114. 

"\\TITH  Christ  we  share  a  mystic  grave; 

With  Christ  we  buried  lie; 
But  'tis  not  in  the  darksome  cave 
By  mournful  Calvary. 

The  pure  and  bright  Baptismal  Flood 

Entombs  our  nature's  stain; 
New  creatures  from  the  Cleansing  Wave 

With  Christ  we  rise  again. 


CONFIRMATION.  155 

Happy,  if  through  this  world  of  strife, 

And  sin,  and  selfish  care, 
This  new-born  Robe  of  Righteousness 

We  undefiled  wear. 

Happy,  if  through  the  gate  of  death, 

Glorious  at  last  and  free, 
We  to  our  joyful  rising  pass, 

0  Risen  Lord,  with  Thee. 

And  now  to  Thy  thrice  Holy  Name, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Be  glory  evermore. 


CONFIRMATION. 

HYMN  115. 

QOME,  Gracious  Spirit,  Heav'nly  Lord, 

Thy  Light  and  Grace  to  us  afford ; 
Be  Thou  our  Guardian  and  our  Guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  wish  preside. 


156  CONFIRMATION. 

The  Light  of  Truth  to  us  display, 
And  make  us  know  and  choose  Thy  Way; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  Living  Way, 
Nor  let  us  from  His  Precepts  stray. 

Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  Rest, 
To  be  with  Him  for  ever  blest; 
Lead  us  to  Heav'n,  that  we  may  share 
Fulness  of  joy  for  ever  there. 

Praise  God,  from  Whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  Angelic  Host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


157 

THE    HOLY   COMMUNION. 

HYMN  116. 

SING,  my  tongue,  the  Body  broken, 

Giv'n  to  be  the  spirit's  Food ; 
And  the  Word  Almighty  spoken, 

Which,  to  Faith,  makes  wine  be  Blood: 
Of  the  King  the  awful  token, 

And  celestial  brotherhood. 

Born  for  us,  and  for  us  given, 

Of  a  Virgin  undefil'd, 
Scattering  wide  the  seeds  of  Heaven, 

Sojourn'd  He  in  this  world's  wild; 
And  on  that  remember'd  even, 

His  appointed  course  fulfill'd. 

Meekly  to  the  law  complying, 

He  had  finish'd  its  commands, 
And  to  them  at  supper  lying, 

Gave  Himself,  with  His  Own  Hands, 
A  Memorial  of  His  Dying, 

Hence  to  be  unto  all  lands. 

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158  THE    HOLY    COMMUNION. 

Tis  His  Word,  to  our  receiving, 
Makes  the  Bread  His  Flesh  to  be. 

And  the  Wine,  our  sins  relieving, 
Blood,  that  fiow'd  upon  the  Tree; 

Though  not  seeing,  yet  believing, 
Take  we  this  Great  Mystery. 

To  our  smitten  Rock  thus  fleeing, 
Drink  we  the  New  Covenant; 

Which  to  ancient  types  agreeing, 
To  the  latest  time  is  sent: 

Still  believing,  though  not  seeing, 
Take  we  this  dread  Sacrament. 

Now  all  might  and  adoration 
To  the  Blessed  Trinity; 

Honour,  worship,  and  salvation, 
And  immortal  glory  be : 

Co-eternal  Three  in  Station, 
And  in  Power  Co-equal  Three. 


FESTIVALS. 


THE  CONVERSION  OF  S.  PAUL. 
HYMN  117. 

'{^J-AINST  what  foemen  art  thou  rushing, 
Saul,  what  madness  drives  thee  on? 
Innocents  in  fury  crushing, 
Children  of  the  Sinless  One: 

Oh,  how  shortly 
Shall  He  make  His  Vengeance  known ! 

See!  the  Lord,  from  Heaven  descending, 
Smites  him,  blinds  him,  lays  him  low; 

See  the  persecutor  bending 
Humbly,  meekly  to  the  blow : 

See  him  rising 
Friend  to  Christ,  no  longer  foe. 


160  FESTIVALS. 

Breathing  slaughter,  chains  preparing, 
Oh !  how  fierce  his  anger  burned : 

Now  that  he  has  lost  his  daring, 
And  the  Gospel  truth  has  learned, 

The  destroyer, 
Lo!  into  a  lamb  is  turned. 

Christ,  Thy  Power  is  man's  Salvation, 
And  Thy  Love  is  here  made  known : 

He  who  wrought  such  desolation 

That  Thy  Cause  might  be  o'erthrown, 

Now  converted, 
Makes  that  Sacred  Cause  his  own. 

Praise  the  Father,  God  of  Heaven, 
Him  Who  reigns  Supreme  on  high; 

Praise  the  Son,  for  sinners  given 
Both  to  suffer  and  to  die ; 
Praise  the  Spirit, 
Who  prepares  us  for  the  sky. 


FESTIVALS.  161 

HYMN  118. 

'THE  Shepherd  smitten  is,  and,  lo! 

His  Flock  the  wolf  is  scattering  wide; 
For  Saul  as  yet  doth  little  know 

He  wounds  in  them  a  Saviour's  Side. 

Saul,  Saul,  whence  art  thou?  whither  driven. 

To  persecute  Christ's  little  band? 
This  is  to  wage  a  war  with  Heaven, 

An  Arm  Almighty  to  withstand. 

Lo,  forth  he  spreads  beseeching  hands, 
Prepared  beneath  Christ's  yoke  to  go, 

And,  trembling,  asks  fur  His  commands — 
What  wouldst  Thou  have  Thy  servant  do? 

The  spoiler  fierce  is  lying  low, 
The  vanquisher  lies  vanquished, 

And  he  who  wore  a  threat'ning  brow 
Is  now  himself  in  triumph  led. 

Good  Shepherd,  keep  us  as  of  old, 

If  Thou  shouldst  hurtful  aught  discern; 

And  if  we  wander  from  Thy  Fold, 
Again  to  Thee  our  bosoms  turn. 
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1C2  FESTIVALS. 

Glory  to  God,  both  One  and  Three, 
Who  saw  us  laid  in  dead  of  night; 

Glory  and  praise  be  unto  Thee, 

Who  call'st  us  thence  to  glorious  light. 


S.    PETEE'S-DAY. 

HYMN  119. 

(JREATOR  of  the  rolling  flood, 

On  Whom  Thy  people  hope  alone; 
Who  cam'st  by  Water  and  by  Blood, 
For  man's  offences  to  atone : 

Who  from  the  labors  of  the  deep 
Didst  set  Thy  servant,  Peter,  free, 

To  feed  on  earth  Thy  chosen  sheep, 
And  help  to  build  a  Church  to  Thee: 

Grant  us,  devoid  of  worldly  care, 

And  leaning  on  Thy  bounteous  Hand, 

To  seek  Thy  help  in  humble  prayer, 
And  on  Thy  Sacred  Rock  to  stand: 


FESTIVALS.  163 

And  when,  our  earthly  toil  to  crown, 
Thy  call  shall  set  the  spirit  free, 

To  cast  with  joy  our  burden  down, 
And  rise,  0  Lord,  and  follow  Thee. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  earth  and  Heav'n  adore, 

Be  glory;  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


THE  PURIFICATION  OF  THE  BLESSED 
VIRGIN  MARY. 

HYMN  120. 

QION,  ope  thy  hallowed  dome : 

To  His  Temple  Christ  is  come : 
Lifeless  shadows,  haste  away, 
Grace  and  Truth  beam  out  to-day. 

Flocks  and  herds  shall  bleed  no  more, 
Staunch'd  the  flood  of  reeking  gore ; 
Lo !  He  comes  from  Heav'n  above, 
Victim  to  His  Father's  Love. 


164  FESTIVALS. 

Lo !  the  Virgin's  downcast  eye 
Owns  His  hidden  Godhead  nigh ; 
Heavenly  musings,  all  unheard, 
Meekly  hail  the  silent  Word  : 

While  to  heaven  her  pious  love 
Duly  vows  the  sacred  dove, 
And  upon  her  bosom  lies 
More  than  Dove-Like  Sacrifice. 

Sire  and  sister,  age  and  youth 
Kindle  at  the  mighty  truth, 
And  the  blissful  Presence  own 
Panting  Faith  so  long  hath  known. 

Glory  be  to  Father,  Son, 
And  Blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One; 
God  Triune,  to  Thee  we  raise 
Faithful  hearts  in  ceaseless  praise. 


FESTIVALS.  165 


HYMN  121. 


Q  THOU,  Sole  Fountain  of  all  good, 

How  hast  Thou  from  Thy  Bright  Abode 
Open'd  Thine  Hand,  Thine  Israel  own'd, 
Thy  Handmaid  with  Thy  bounty  crown'd ! 

As  on  a  rugged  thorn  the  rose, 
Though  briers  armed  around  her  close, 
Yet  o'er  a  thousand  hostile  spears 
Her  gentleness  in  beauty  rears : 

Thus  meekly  mid  our  ruin'd  race 
Hath  Grace  found  out  a  dwelling-place, 
And,  through  that  Maiden-Mother  giv'n, 
Appear'd  the  Loveliness  of  Heav'n. 

All  glory  to  the  Eternal  Three, 
Who,  pitying  man's  poor  destiny, 
Have  sent  the  Pledge  of  Mercy  down 
To  herald  Him,  the  Holy  One. 


166  FESTIVALS. 

THE  ANNUNCIATION  OF  THE  BLESSED 
VIRGIN. 

HYMN  122. 

^HIS  is  the  day,  the  solemn  day, 
Which  God  appointed  to  convey 
Such  news  as  made  our  sorrows  cease, 
Giad  news  of  Mercy  and  of  Peace. 

Our  parents'  guilt,  our  parents'  fall, 
To  certain  death  consign'd  us  all : 
From  certain  death  mankind  to  save, 
His  only  Son  Jehovah  gave. 

Yea!  He  Who  was  the  Eternal's  Son, 
Ere  time  had  yet  its  course  begun, 
Our  life  of  pain  and  weakness  bore, 
Nor  did  the  Virgin's  womb  abhor. 

He  took  on  Him  our  mortal  state, 
That  He  might  bear  the  sinner's  fate, 
That  so  His  Blood,  in  Ransom  given, 
Might  take  away  the  wrath  of  Heaven. 


FESTIVALS.  167 

Yea !  He,  the  Great  Eternal  God, 
In  human  flesh  awhile  abode; 
That  we  might  high  in  glory  dwell, 
He  came  as  our  Immanuel. 

Redeemer  of  the  world,  to  Thee 
All  praise  and  glory  render'd  be; 
And  to  the  Father,  King  of  Heav'n, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  all  praise  be  giv'n. 


HYMN  123. 

"REGARD  us  now  with  gracious  Eye, 

0  Jesus,  Crown  of  purity; 
Son  of  that  chosen  Woman,  who 
Was  Virgin  chaste,  and  Mother  too. 

Midst  lilies  Thou  dost  love  to  be; 
Pure  virgins  round  Thy  Throne  we  see, 
0  Glorious  Bridegroom,  Who  dost  bless 
Thy  Brides  with  endless  happiness. 


168  FESTIVALS. 

Which  way  soe'er  Thy  Course  doth  bend, 
Chaste  virgins  on  Thy  Steps  attend ; 
Who,  following  the  Lamb,  do  raise 
Their  notes  in  sweetest  hymns  of  praise. 

Hear  us,  0  God  of  Charity ! 
From  worldly  passions  set  us  free; 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
And  bend  our  senses  to  the  soul. 

To  Jesus,  from  a  Virgin  sprung, 
Be  glory  given  and  praises  sung; 
The  same  to  God  the  Father  be, 
And  Holy  Ghost,  eternally. 


THE  NATIVITY  OF  S.  JOHN  THE  BAP- 
TIST. 

HYMN  124. 

T  0,  from  the  desert  homes, 

Where  he  hath  hid  so  long, 
The  new  Elias  comes, 

In  sternest  wisdom  strong. 


FESTIVALS.  169 

The  voice  that  cries 
Of  Christ  from  high, 
And  judgment  nigh 

From  opening  skies. 

Your  God  e'en  now  doth  stand 

Within  Heav'n's  opening  door, 
His  fan  is  in  His  Hand, 

And  He  will  purge  His  floor : 
The  wheat  He  claims, 
And  with  Him  stows; 
The  chaff  He  throws 
To  deathless  flames. 

Ye  haughty  mountains,  bow 
Your  sky  aspiring  heads; 
Ye  valleys  hiding  low, 

Lift  up  your  gentle  meads: 
Make  His  way  plain 
Your  King  before ; 
For  evermore 
He  comes  to  reign. 

Let  thy  dread  voice  around, 
Thou  harbinger  of  light, 
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170  FESTIVALS. 

On  our  dull  ears  still  sound, 
1    Lest  here  we  sleep  in  night 
Till  judgment  come, 
And  on  our  path 
Shall  burst  the  wrath, 
And  deathless  doom. 

0  God,  with  love's  sweet  might 

Who  dost  anoint  and  arm 
Christ's  soldier  for  the  fight 

With  Grace  that  shields  from  harm, 
Thrice  Blessed  Three, 
Heav'n's  blissful  days 
Shall  sing  Thy  praise 
Eternally. 


HYMN  125. 

J>E  not  afraid,  ye  little  Flock, 

Though  poor  and  profitless  your  lives, 
Let  not  distrust  your  sorrows  mock, 
A  Father's  Love  the  Kingdom  gives. 


FESTIVALS.  171 

Lo,  now  there  reigns  among  the  blest, 
Who  once  was  like  yourselves  below, 

By  self-abasement  and  unrest 

Christ's  wisdom  taught  in  school  of  woe. 

In  penitence,  his  soul  to  save, 
He  fix'd  his  eyes  on  Him  before, 

Where,  through  life's  dim  and  shadowy  cave, 
His  Lord  the  Bleeding  Burden  bore. 

Upon  his  lips  did  love  preside, 

Or  silence  sit  with  charity; 
In  lap  of  want  he  loved  to  hide 

What  he  would  to  himself  deny. 

His  Food,  it  was  the  Heavenly  Word, 
He  search'd  the  Book  of  Truth  and  Love, 

Till  watchful  prayer  would  wings  afford, 
And  he  would  be  with  them  above. 

This  is  the  narrow  way  to  Heaven; 

0  Holt  Godhead,  Holy  Three  ; 
Blest  Three  in  Oxe,  to  us  be  given, 

Thus  by  this  Way  to  come  to  Thee. 


172  FESTIVALS. 

S.  MICHAEL  AND  ALL  ANGELS. 
HYMN  126. 

"^yHERE  th'  angelic  host  adore  Thee, 

Thou  o'er  earth  and  Heav'n  dost  reign; 
At  Thy  Word  they  rose  before  Thee, 
And  Thy  Breath  doth  them  sustain. 

From  high  angels  Thee  attending, 
Thou  dost  faithful  guardians  send; 

In  mysterious  ways  descending, 
May  they  keep  us  to  the  end. 

Keep  us,  else,  with  wiles  deceiving, 

The  Persuader  of  all  ill, 
Round  his  deadly  meshes  weaving, 

The  lost  soul  will  rend  and  kill. 

Now  all  might  and  adoration 

To  th'  All-Holy  Trinity; 
Honour,  worship,  and  salvation, 

And  eternal  glory  be. 


FESTIVALS.  17; 


HYMN  127. 


0  GOD  Most  High!  the  soul  that  knows 

Thine  All-Sustaining  Power, 
Shall  dwell  in  undisturb'd  repose, 
Nor  fear  the  trying  hour. 

Angels,  unseen,  attend  Thy  saints, 

And  bear  them  in  their  arms, 
To  cheer  the  spirit  when  it  faints, 

And  guard  their  life  from  harms. 

And  Thou,  Almighty  God.  art  nidi 
To  them  that  love  Thy  Name; 

Thy  Power  shall  save  them  when  they  cry. 
And  put  their  foes  to  shame. 

Crosses  and  trials  are  their  lot 
Through  all  their  sojourn  here; 

But,  Saviour,  since  Thou  changest  not, 
Thy  saints  should  never  fear. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory;  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 
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174  FESTIVALS. 

ALL    SAINTS'- DAY. 

HYMN  128. 

QPOUSE  of  Christ,  in  arms  contending 

O'er  each  clime  beneath  the  sun, 
Mix  with  prayers,  for  help  ascending, 
Notes  of  praise  for  triumphs  won. 

As  the  Church  to-day  rejoices 
All  her  saints  in  one  to  join, 

So  from  earth  let  all  our  voices 
Eise  in  melody  divine. 

Angel  bands,  in  due  gradation 

Of  their  heav'nly  ministry, 
Hymn  the  Father  of  Creation, 

Maker  of  the  stars  on  high. 

They  who  nobly  died  believing, 
Martyrs,  purpled  in  their  gore, 

Crowns  of  life  by  death  receiving, 
Rest  in  joy  for  evermore. 

All  are  blest  together,  praising 

God's  Eternal  Majesty; 
Thrice  repeated  anthems  raising 

To  th'  All-Holy  Trinity. 


FESTIVALS.  175 

So  may  we  with  hearts  devoted 

Serve  our  God  in  holiness ; 
So  may  we,  by  God  promoted, 

Shkre  that  Heaven  which  they  possess. 


HYMN  129. 

TTOW  bright  these  glorious  spirits  shine! 

Whence  all  their  white  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  blissful  seats 
Of  everlasting  day? 

Lo!  these  are  they  from  sufTrings  great 
Who  came  to  Realms  of  Light; 

And  in  the  Blood  of  Christ  have  wash'd 
Those  robes  which  shine  so  bright. 

Now,  with  triumphal  palms  they  stand 

Before  the  Throne  on  high, 
And  serve  the  God  they  love  amidst 

The  glories  of  the  sky. 


176  FESTIVALS. 

His  Presence  fills  each  heart  with  joy, 

Tunes  ev'ry  mouth  to  sing: 
By  day,  by  night,  the  Sacred  Courts 

With  glad  hosannas  ring. 

Hunger  and  thirst  are  felt  no  more, 
Nor  suns  with  scorching  ray; 

God  is  their  Sun,  Whose  cheering  Beams 
Diffuse  Eternal  Day. 

The  Lamb  Who  sits  upon  the  Throne 

Shall  o'er  them  still  preside, 
Feed  them  with  Nourishment  Divine, 

And  all  their  footsteps  guide. 

Midst  pastures  green  He  '11  lead  His  Flock 
Where  Living  Streams  appear; 

And  God  the  Lord  from  ev'ry  eye 
Shall  wipe  off  ev'ry  tear. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory ;  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


FESTIVALS.  177 

FESTIVAL  OF  AN  APOSTLE. 

HYMN  130. 

~VE  captains  of  a  heavenly  host, 
Ye  princes  of  a  heavenly  hall, 
Stars  of  the  world,  in  darkness  lost, 
And  judges  at  its  funeral: 

Captains, — but  not  of  spear  and  shield; 

No  rebel  hosts  with  steel  to  tame; 
No  arms  of  eloquence  to  wield ; 

Naught  but  the  lowly  Cross  of  shame : 

The  chain  is  shivered,  and  the  rod, 
The  world's  long  stern  captivity, 

And  we  are  free  to  serve  our  God, 
Whose  yoke  alone  is  liberty. 

To  distant  lands  His  heralds  fleet, 
By  God's  mysterious  Presence  led : 

How  beauteous  are  their  passing  feet, 
Like  morn  upon  the  mountains  spread ! 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holt  Ghost, 

All  glory  be,  as  was  of  old, 
Who  calleth  us,  in  darkness  lost, 

His  saving  glory  to  behold. 


178  FESTIVALS. 

HYMN  131. 

QHRIST  is  gone  up;  yet  ere  He  pass'd 

From  earth  in  Heaven  to  reign, 
He  formed  one  Holy  Church,  to  last 
Till  He  should  come  again. 

His  twelve  apostles  first  He  made 

His  ministers  of  grace; 
And  they  their  hands  on  others  laid, 

To  fill  in  turn  their  place. 

So  age  by  age,  and  year  by  year, 

His  grace  was  handed  on; 
And  still  the  Holy  Church  is  here, 

Although  her  Lord  is  gone. 

Let  those  find  pardon,  Lord,  from  Thee, 

Whose  love  to  her  is  cold  ; 
Bring  wanderers  in,  and  let  there  be 

One  Shepherd  and  One  Fold. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  glory  to  the  Three  in  One 

From  man  and  angel-host. 


FESTIVALS.  179 

HYMN  132. 

J)ISPOSER  Supreme, 

And  Judge  of  the  earth. 
Who  chooseth  for  Thine 

The  weak  and  the  poor: 
To  frail  earthen  vessels, 

And  things  of  no  worth 
Entrusting  Thy  riches, 

Which  aye  shall  endure. 

Those  vessels  soon  fail, 

Though  full  of  Thy' light; 
They  at  Thy  decree 

Are  broken  and  gone  : 
Then  brightly  appeareth 

The  Arm  of  Thy  Might, 
As  through  the  clouds  breaking 

Thy  lightnings  have  shone. 

Like  clouds  are  they  borne 

To  do  Thy  great  will, 
And  swift  as  the  winds 

About  the  world  go7 


180  FESTIVALS. 

All  full  of  Thy  Godhead, 
While  earth  lieth  still, 

They  thunder,  they  lighten, 
The  waters  o'erflow. 

They  thunder — their  sound, 

It  is  Christ  the  Lord  ! 
Then  Satan  doth  fear, 

His  citadels  fall, 
As  when  the  dread  trumpets 

Went  forth  at  Thy  Word, 
And  on  the  ground  lieth 

The  Canaanites'  wall. 

Oh,  loud  be  Thy  trump, 

And  stirring  the  sound, 
To  rouse  us,  0  Lord, 

From  sin's  deadly  sleep; 
May  lights  which  Thou  kindlest 

In  darkness  around, 
The  dull  soul  awaken 

Her  vigils  to  keep! 


FESTIVALS.  181 


Great  Father,  Son,  Spirit, 
The  Ancient  of  Days, 

May  we  Thee  inherit, 
And  sing  of  Thy  praise. 


FESTIVAL   OF   AN   EVANGELIST. 

HYMN  133. 

f^HRIST'S  everlasting  messengers, 

Who  from  the  opening  skies 
Traverse  the  earth  in  showers  of  light, 
And  sow  with  mysteries : 

The  things  discern'd  by  seers  of  old 

Behind  the  shadowy  screen, 
In  the  full  day  have  ye  beheld, 

With  not  a  veil  between. 

The  things  which  God  as  Man  hath  borne, 
Which  Man  as  God  hath  done, 

Ye  write,  as  God  dictates,  to  all 
Who  see  the  circling  sun. 
16 


182  FESTIVALS. 

Though  far  in  space  and  time  apart, 
One  Spirit  sways  you  all, 

And  we  in  those  blest  characters 
Hear  now  that  living  call. 

Glory  to  God,  the  Three  in  One; 

All  glory  be  to  Thee, 
Who  from  our  darkness  callest  us 

Thy  glorious  Light  to  see. 


FESTIVAL    OF   A    MARTYR. 
HYMN  134. 

TTOW  happy  the  mortal, 

Through  pains  and  dismay, 
Who  hath  burst  the  portal 
To  regions  of  day : 

Where  death  hath  benighted, 
Ere  life's  sun  went  down, 

The  Faith  that  he  plighted, 
With  death  he  doth  crown. 


FESTIVALS.  183 

Our  weak  spirits  languish 
When  hearing  death's  feet, 

But  thou  the  stern  anguish 
Dost  go  forth  to  meet: 

Yet  nothing  confounded 
With  rack  and  with  chains, 

Where  death  hath  abounded 
With  tortures  and  pains. 

Lo !  from  highest  Heaven, 

His  champion  to  own, 
Between  the  clouds  riven, 

Is  Christ  looking  down : 

His  hand  hath  He  holden 
Where  weak  nature  fails; 

His  Love  doth  embolden, 
And  in  Him  prevails. 

Shall  we,  then,  soft  hearted, 

Seek  ease  and  repose, 
And  sing  the  departed 

In  death  and  stern  woes? 


184  FESTIVALS. 

Let  such  themes  of  wonder 
Arouse  us  from  sleep, 

Lest,  woke  by  death's  thunder, 
We  wake  but  to  weep. 

Great  Father,  Son,  Spirit, 
The  Ancient  of  Days, 

May  we  Thee  inherit, 
And  sing  of  Thy  praise. 


THE  ANNIVERSARY  OF  THE  CONSECRA- 
TION OF  A  CHURCH. 

HYMN  135. 

Q  WORD  of  God  above, 

Who  fillest  all  in  all, 
Hallow  this  House  with  Thy  sure  Love, 
And  bless  our  Festival. 

Grace  in  this  Font  is  stored 
To  cleanse  each  guilty  child ; 

And  here  the  Spirit's  Unction  poured 
Brightens  the  once  defiled. 


FESTIVALS.  185 

Here  Christ  of  His  Own  Blood 

Himself  the  Chalice  gives, 
And  feeds  His  Own  with  Angels'  Food, 

On  which  the  spirit  lives. 

For  guilty  souls  that  pine 

Sure  mercies  here  abound ; 
And  Healing  Grace,  with  oil  and  wine, 

For  ev'ry  secret  wound. 

God  from  His  Throne  afar 

Comes  in  this  House  to  dwell; 

And  prayer,  beyond  the  evening  star, 
Builds  here  her  citadel. 

No  wintry  storm  or  shower 
Shall  harm  this  Holy  Home; 

Nor,  wrorse  than  they,  the  evil  power 
Which  dwells  within  the  gloom. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  glory  be; 
As  'twas,  and  is,  and  shall  be  so 

To  all  eternity. 

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186  FESTIVALS. 

HYMN  136. 

QITY  of  Peace,  Jerusalem! 

Sweet  name  of  joyful  sound! 
With  living  stones  built  up  on  high. 
With  Angel  armies  crown'd : 

Decked  as  a  Bride  to  meet  her  Lord, 
She  conies  from  Heav'n's  blest  gate ; 

Her  streets  and  walls  are  purest  gold, 
She  comes  in  nuptial  state. 

Her  gates  are  shining  bright  with  pearls, 

Her  courts  are  opened  wide 
To  all  who  here  have  suffered  grief 

For  Christ  the  Crucified. 

These  are  the  polished  stones  which  He, 

The  Master  Builder,  lays, 
Each  in  its  own  appointed  place, 

Where  each  for  ever  stays. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory;  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 


187 

EMBER-DAYS. 
HYMN  137. 

I"  ORD,  pour  Thy  Spirit  from  on  high, 
And  Thine  ordained  servants  bless; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply, 

And  clothe  Thy  priests  with  righteousness. 

Within  Thy  temple  when  they  stand, 
To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  Thee, 

Saviour,  like  stars  in  Thy  Right  Hand 
Let  all  Thy  Church's  pastors  be. 

Wisdom,  and  zeal,  and  faith  impart, 
Firmness  and  meekness,  from  above, 

To  bear  Thy  people  on  their  heart, 

And  love  the  souls  whom  Thou  dost  love. 

And,  when  their  work  is  finish'd  here, 
May  they  in  hope  their  charge  resign; 

And,  wThen  their  Master  shall  appear, 
May  they  with  crowns  of  glory  shine. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  earth  and  Heav'n  adore, 

Be  glory ;  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


188 

MISSIONS. 

HYMN  138. 

Q  LORD,  Thy  Church  with  longing  eyes 

For  Thine  expected  Coming  waits : 
When  will  the  promis'd  Light  arise, 
And  Glory  beam  from  Sion's  Gates? 

Extend  Thy  Reign  o'er  ev'ry  land; 

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurl'd; 
All  nations  bow  to  Thy  command; 

And  Grace  revive  a  dying  world. 

Do  Thou,  0  Lord,  our  hearts  renew, 
Our  souls  with  Heav'nly  Wisdom  bless; 

Man's  rooted  enmity  subdue, 

And  crown  Thy  Gospel  with  success. 

Teach  us,  in  watchfulness  and  prayer, 
To  wait  for  Thine  appointed  hour; 

And  fit  us  by  Thy  Grace  to  share 

The  triumphs  of  Thy  conq'ring  power. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  earth  and  Heav'n  adore, 

Be  glory;  as  it  was  of  old, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


189 

THANKSGIVING  DAY. 

HYMN  139. 

Q  GRACIOUS  Hand,  that  freely  gives 
The  fruits  of  earth,  our  toil  to  bless ! 
0  Love,  by  which  the  sinner  lives ! 
Oh,  let  our  tongues  that  Love  confess. 

Our  God  for  all  our  need  provides ; 

His  sun  o'er  all  alike  cloth  shine; 
From  none  His  glorious  beams  He  hides; 

So  wills  the  Father's  Love  Divine. 

Again  His  Love  our  garners  fills; 

This  Love  again  let  all  adore: 
The  cry  of  want  His  bounty  stills, 

Who  biddeth  all  His  Name  implore. 

Oh,  may  our  lives,  through  grace,  abound 

In  fruits  of  holiness  and  love; 
Let  all  His  courts  with  praise  resound, 

To  echo  angels'  praise  above. 

Lord!  when  Thou  shalt  descend  from  Heav'n, 
Thy  ransomed  harvest  here  to  reap, 

Oh,  in  that  day  Thy  joy  be  given 
To  us  who  now  go  forth  to  weep. 


190  THANKSGIVING-DAY. 

May  none  those  hours  of  sadness  scorn; 

May  none  disdain  in  tears  to  sow : 
Soon  shall  rejoicing  crown  the  morn 

To  hearts  that  sorrow  here  below. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  Whom  earth  and  Heav'n  adore, 

Be  glory ;  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 


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